Well, I was thirsty. I rolled to the table and waited. He was back in half a minute.“It is what it is. You’re her daddy not me. I’m resigned to ...t,” I said.“But you’ve got it wrong,” he said.“Really. I’m her father not you and she, they, were celebrating Father’s Day with you. Kinda hard to get that one wrong.”“But you managed to do it,” he said.“Okay?” I said, waiting.“They planned, Penelope and Zoey, to come over here tonight with cake and ice cream to honor you on Father’s Day. Yes, they did. Daddy is at work.”“Yeah that’s what I figured. I was in the area so thought I would stop in and say hi.” I finally looked away from that gleaming red symbol of freedom and caught him trying to not stare at my tits. “I brought the BMW out for a buyer to look at but it appears that the guy flaked out on me.”“You’re selling that? Why?” I didn’t even care that he was probably wondering how big my tits were at this point.“It’s my wife….well soon to be ex-wife’s car but it’s in my name. Petty divorce. And that was what I was able to see without going through the bags.I wanted nothing more than to get into my car and drive until I was in another state. But the smell of vomit on my clothes brought me back to reality. I stripped in the foyer and rolled my soiled pants around my tennis shoes, and then I stuffed them into a garbage bag to be thrown out later. Then I went to work cleaning up the mess of my failed attempt at killing Leia.Afterwards, I went straight to the master bathroom. I brushed. He felt Audra thrusting and rubbed his finger firmly over her clit, hearing her gasp at the contact. His finger slid back down and he eased it between her lips, feeling his way inside. Audra moaned louder as her father's finger delved between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, teasing it, catching it between her lips and pulling at it before plunging back down its length. She felt a second finger working its way in alongside the first and cupped her Dad's balls with.