She was so beautiful. Nothing would change the fact that I was her father ... no papers ... no certificates ... she was mine and no one else's.I looke... up at Uncle Freddy, who had come back into the living room and said, "Looks like you have that family you always wanted ... Pop ... I can call you that because you are my sister's father and if you are my sister's father I don't see why I can't call you Pop ... or Uncle Freddy or whatever." My voice had gotten more shrill as I talked faster and. My voice hadn't hardened yet, but I still modulated my pitch a bithigher. I gathered some confidence and went to get the gate.There was an older man, and a boy, I asked, "Cable?" He replied in theaffirmative, and came in to look what was wrong. I showed him the TVassembly. After inspecting for a while, he mentioned something was wrongupstairs. It was not the traditional cable, but a dish antenna on theterrace. He ran out, leaving the boy with me. The boy was dark skinnedand a few inches taller. She doesn't suck it long and she raises up and backs toward the bed saying she can't help it she has to feel that inside her. She lays back on the bed props a couple of pillows behind her head so she can get a good view when his cock goes in her, Spreads her legs and offers her married white pussy to him. He climbs between her thick white thighs and rubs the head the huge head of his black cock up and down her white slit and she shudders and bucks her hips every time he does. She can't take it. It had only been three hours since Audrey's visit. Three hours since my marriage ended and for some strange reason I didn't feel bitter about it. Angry yes, but not bitter. At least I now knew why I hadn't been laid in the last week. As I sat there I tried to think of ways to end things and still keep the house I knew I was going to have to give an Academy Awards performance until I could lower the boom on my loving wife.Not trying to get laid wouldn't be much of a problem. I could try secure.