That’s what was SUPPOSED to be happening just about now. Instead, Jay and I are walking out of the sheriff’s office, each of us toting an M-4 carb...ne, headed to our truck.Inside, we keep a couple of SHTF bags. SHTF is an only barely polite way of saying “Shit Hits The Fan“, a sudden onset disaster of indeterminate origin. Mine carries a set of outer clothes, a couple of changes of underwear, socks, toiletries. Short story – we had what we needed to go straight to the hotel up the road.I let Jay. ' I had no idea what she'd meant by that. My understanding of a statement like that could be very much different for her. I didn't know what I was going to do. It wouldn't go over too well to say to my nurse, 'Say your daughter found some pictures of girls her own age on the laptop that was hidden in my car and I need to talk to her about it. Can you give me your home number so I can call her?'I was racking my brain out when my phone rang. It startled me, as it hadn't rung since I'd been. At that point I knew why Gus had insisted we not sit across from each other but at the adjacent sides of the table. Gus smiled as he made a big production of putting his hand under the table. I felt his hand fumbling to find its way to the zipper of my jeans. Then I felt his fingers move inside and make little curls of my short public hair."Well, did I do good?" I asked."Oh yes Chris, you did real good." Thank you Daddy. Are you proud of your little girl?" I am always proud of you, but yes I am. Deep into that cunt that had so often wrapped it`s intimate folds around my shaft. Deep..... deeper than I could reach. She shivered with excitement as he began to fuck her. Slow... deep... his hands upon her hips as he gave Stella just what she desperately wanted.He leaned forward to whisper in her ear.... an inaudible whisper that made her giggle, pushing her hips back to impale herself further on his shaftI watched.I watched his thick black cock pump her cunt..... sticky with her cream as he.