Finally I filled my daughter with her daddy’s cum. All I could think of was how glad I was that she was on birth control pills.As I lay there next t... her Betty Jo talked more about the rape. The boys had made her use every dirty word that she had ever heard. She said that it seemed to excite them more. I told her that it excited me more too. Then Betty Jo asked me if it was all right to swear around the house in front of me and of course I told her that it was okay.Then she invited me to take a. "Oh yep. I'll take that, and no we don't have school this Friday. Have a good week though, and I'll see you when we come back from break." He finished.And like that, I left. Completely confused, and realizing it was the only time ever that I wish I had school on Friday. Was he not checking me out? No... He was definitely checking me out.. He probably just realized how wrong it was to be looking at me like that. But really why is it that wrong? It's not like I'm u******e.. I mean I guess he. I slowly opened the door and walked in.“Chelsey? Are you ready?”“Bret, I’m upstairs. Is it ok if we change plans? Something came up.”“Oh, I see. Yeah, I guess we can change plans. I’ll call you later to reschedule” I said disappointedly. I’m sure she heard the disappointment in my voice. That’s when she came barreling down the steps.“Wait! What? You’re leaving? Hold on a minute. Don’t go anywhere,” Chelsey yelled.She came rushing down the stairs. Her red hair was in a perfect French. Sunday night hits and I struck out all weekend, nothing. So the next best thing for me, was too pedal my frustrations off. Twenty eight miles of hard peddling against the ocean breeze is a workout. Less than 10 miles home, stopped up on the curve at a red light for a break for my stroll home. Fired up a bowl, chug some water, when this tasty looking middle age black woman comes walking up to the intersection.I pour some water over my head and down my chest as if I didn't see her. Let the water.