My husband, didn’t know. He was a workaholic, away most of the time. He’d fuck me occasionally, but not often enough. I needed it every day, twice...a day, three times a day. More. I was a slut.I made coffee, and poured myself a cup. I sipped it. I’d need a couple more to get through the morning. As re-charged, so my daughter Alex walked into the kitchen. She was wearing just a pair of white cotton panties, high cut which emphasised her long legs, and a silky cami. They were the same as my legs.. "About a month after you left, the police came and arrested him. They charged him with fraud, and he ended up getting a five year sentence. He took a bunch of money from where he used to work in Detroit and tried to cover it up in the books." She hesitated, and then continued, "I should have listened to you. I should never have believed him when he said he came back because of me. He really came back to try to avoid being arrested."J.D. hadn't been prepared for this explanation, and was still. "If you are you had better come with me now because my bowels and bladder are full and desperately need to be emptied.With that said, Gretchen headed for her mother's bedroom with Katrina hurrying close behind, her pussy starting to clutch inside of her.When they reached the bedroom, mother and daughter stripped in silence, Katrina not taking her eyes from her daughters delicious looking body. Her breath caught in her throat as she eyed the small patch of soft hair that barely covered her. “Errr dad it’s fine I’ll sleep in the car” I said sensing mom’s discomfort. “Don’t be silly son, I’m sure your mother won’t mind… besides after what I saw earlier…” Said dad in a sly tone.“You are right darling, junior and I will shack up” chimed in mom distracting dad from where he was taking the conversation.I suspect that she didn’t want dad thinking there was anything suspicious going on. Displaying discomfort will make dad think that there was something sexual to what he saw earlier. Mom.