"Morning, Jenny." This morning I looked closer at him than before, especially the crotch of his pants. His son didn't have the equipment I saw on his ...ather last night. "I'm sorry about last night. Mabel and I use the hot tub sometimes after dark."I tried to act casual, "Hey, I'm sorry I interrupted, Dad." He insisted I call him Dad. My own father had died when I was a child.He poured water into the coffee maker. "You didn't interrupt Mable, she never saw you." She's a lucky woman."He grinned. “Mom brought Aunt Vicky into Dad’s bed when Mom was sixteen and Aunt Vicky fourteen. He popped her cherry while Mom licked her clit.”“Jesus, I had no idea.” Zoey frowned. “So why wouldn’t Dad sleep with me? He clearly had no problem with incest.”I blinked in shock.“Your father wanted Clint to have a harem of his sexy sisters,” Mom answered as she climbed the stair behind us.“See,” I said. “It’s all working out.”“Except...” Zoey sighed.So did I. “Well, yeah, I mean, I wish Dad was still with us.. She wondered if a wolf pack ever raped a girl before they devoured her. Or devoured her crotch-first, with their long, rasping tongues, lapping up her pussy.The dog noticed Molly and cocked his head.Whenever he'd been there before, Carla had been alone, and this change in the routine rather worried the dog. He didn't know if human bitches fucked in public or not. But he did notice that this new, blonde bitch was naked, like Carla, and that her pussy had the same spicy, overheated scent. He. His body was sore, he had taken to running at night to get rid of some of the pain he felt, but he found most of the time the pain didn’t go away, no matter how many miles he ran. There were nights where he’d run for five minutes, and other nights when he’d run for two hours. He’d made himself sick a few times running, but it was the only outlet for him to express how he felt. ‘At least you aren’t getting fat, living like a hobo dude,’ Jeff said, as he picked up granola wrappers and beer cans.