I knocked on the bathroom door and asked what was up however Rachel told me to come in. Why would be want me to come in I thought to myself as I slowl... opened the door and peeked around it. What I saw came as a bit of a shock as Rachel with some lube, was fingering her asshole. All I could think was “WoW” it looked so hot to see her fingering her tight little asshole. Once she saw me come in she stopped and asked if I would like to help her out again. I asked what she wanted and Rachel let me. I bought it to my mouth, sucking and enjoying the sweet and salty taste. Then I remembered the door and quickly tugged on a sweater dress, shoving the cum-covered underwear under the couch and smoothing back my hair."Dad?" I asked as I opened my door. My father stood in the doorway. He was 44, he didn't look bad, either. His blonde hair was still full, his green eyes still twinkly. His skin was tanned. Women would always admire him whenever he went out."Hey, sweetie," he said, drawing me into a. In fact, his asking about it only made the whole encounter seem even more wrong somehow -- although admittedly, that could have been her own prejudice speaking. After all, she knew he was a dirty cop, so pretty much anything he said made her suspicious.Later that night, she sat back in her apartment, sipping wine. It was on nights like this she really missed Scott. Actually, she missed everyone at the Mansion. Still, it was best that until this whole thing got resolved, she stay away. If the. I was knowing that she must be dying for the sex in last 10-12 days and hence told her that we will meet tomorrow around 6:30 pm. She said Ok, and then we exchange the kisses over the phone and kept it down. Next day, I told my parents that I may have to stay back in the office for some urgent assignment. Then I had my daily routine completed and left for the office. After reaching office, I told my boss that I will be leaving around 6:00 pm due to some domestic work and he has no problem with.