Not that I come home every weekend, but I know this just by sheer force of habit. I thought it strange that dad would leave too. Save for building the...place he never ventures into mom's nursery, so I wondered just exactly what he was up to... Then my thoughts quickly turn to grabbing a bite to eat and heading out to help mom. It's the right thing to do. Still feeling a nice throb and deciding I'm home alone, I allow my hand to creep under the sheets towards my panties, and down under the waist. Helga greeted me with a cheerful smile, a cup of fresh coffee and a smirky remark about my looking like I’d had a disturbed night. Maybe my goofy grin gave it away?She also said my boss wanted a quick word as soon as convenient.Which is polite speak for ‘now’.I have a whole lot of respect for Laurence Powell. I couldn’t ask for a better chief – not that he gives me – or anyone – an easy ride professionally, but he’s always been straight with me and doesn’t play petty politics.He canned my. We kissed inside the house, so nobody would see us.“Have a good day at school, my love.”“Have a good day at work, Daddy. I love you.“Love you too.”So I walked to the bus stop, while he drove off in the opposite direction.Thirty seconds later, I noticed the noise of a car slowly approaching me from behind, what scared the hell out of me. When I looked back, it was his silver BMW.“Daddy!?”“Hop in, I’ll take you to school.”I opened the door and got inside the car with a silly smile on my face.. ..." Yeah, more like lovers," Jack interrupted."Lovers?! We are not lov.... I'm married. You were a mistake. What do you want?" the preacher's wife asked coldly."You." Me? Oh-my-gosh, not again! Please leave me alone." A quick fuck and I'll be gone." Please, you're in the house of the Lord. Please don't use that language."Ignoring her protest, Jack said, "Just let me stick my cock in your hot juicy cunt and I'll be on my way." I will never cheat on my husband again," the preacher's wife spat at.