"Meh, waddya gonna do?" He askedI sighed'I knew I had signed up for this when I fucked him' I thought, walking towards the art room.As I got closer, I...heard crying. I looked in the mirror, adjusted my hair, pushed up my bra, and walked in."Taylor?" I called, walking in the brightly decorated room. The first room was covered in abstract paintings, with orange and blue bases.The second room was connected to the first by a doorway with beads in replacement of a door. I pushed the beads aside and. "The word was out faster than she realized causing Al to tell the othersto back away. She asked what was going on, getting a meek, "Savannah isgoing to adopt me after she marries daddy tomorrow. I don't want to callher Savannah anymore, I can't help but see her as my mom. She's been thatway since I came into dad's care and has been doing everything for methat my mom used to do before she died. She even told daddy that ourshopping was something a mom had to do for her daughter."Al understood the. "The birth certificate and the passports will be mailed to you in thenext couple of weeks," John said."Okay," Dad said. "Is there anything else we need to do?" No," John replied, but stepped back around his desk and picked up asmall briefcase. "But there is one thing that I was hoping you would bewilling to do."He placed the briefcase on his desk, opened it, and pulled out a longroll of paper. I knew instantly what he wanted, and I nodded to him whenhe looked up at me."Thank you," he told me. When he felt ready to shoot he grabbed a bra from the dirty clothes basket and let loose in one of the cups. The intense orgasm made his knees weak and he collapsed on the floor. He removed the items he borrowed and placed them in the dirty clothes basket hoping that Connie would not remember that they had already been washed.He then took the bra that held his semen and shoved it to the bottom of that basket praying that it would dry before it was discovered. He then redressed in his regular.