And, I am tired of secrets. Since I came to the opera house, my life seems too full of secrets and lies."A single tear ran down her cheek unnoticed by...both of them and left a crystalline trail of salt in its wake as she relayed to her husband all that happened during their visit to the abode of the Angel of Music.Erik raced from his bedroom with the words of his wife echoing in his head and drowning out her cries of anguish as he attempted to flee from the confusion that threatened to overwhelm. She looked wanton as she watched us strip and at the same time peeled the tiny thong off herself. Her hand went between her legs and she gave herself a rub. “Spread it,” Dad ordered. I had a feeling this going to be a bit of a rough session as she put both hands between her legs and held her cunt wide open for us to inspect, it was a lot wetter than it had been when she’d taken the photo earlier.“Keep stripping,” she said. We were both down to our pants and I was just wondering why Dad was. I had gotten up at 6 a.m. and got right to work, I started the day with black shorts and a tank top, by the end I was shirtless and sweaty.I had finished up the work I went into the kitchen and grabbed a big glass of ice water, took note that no one was home, and went downstairs to the basement where my room was. I closed the door and flopped down on my bed, I was worn out and smelled like a man who had just built a pyramid. After a few refreshing gulps of water, I pulled out my laptop and. I got no response from her so I knocked again and a little harder this time. Again no response so I eased the door open and just before I stepped in I saw her sitting up on her bed with her knees under her and her feet behind her. I froze and starred at her wide ass from behind and then I say a dildo stuffed up in her and watched her ride it up and down. I had not noticed she had earbuds in her ears. Then I saw her laptop in front of her with porn playing on it. I had to get out of there my.