The first thing Marcus did was call Child Protective Services and Andreas for guidance. After putting on some pants, Makena took the girl to the guest...room and made her eat something. Once she fell asleep however, Makena kissed Marcus’ cheek and left, with no word of how she felt. As Marcus got into his car, he sighed. Screw it, what have I got to lose? He thought. Before he could lose his nerve, Marcus dialed her number. ‘Hello?’ her sweet voice called. ‘Hey ba—Hey Makena. How are you?’ Marcus. She stood as he had demanded, her back to the wall, the covering of her breasts pulled high, her breasts now naked to the night air and her arms raised above her head. She again felt him lifting the hem of her mini dress, his fingers drifting higher and then the electrifying touch of his finger in the gap between her legs. He slipped his finger under the edge of her panties and she felt the cool kiss of night on her lower lips. The back of his fingers had brushed her pubic hair then turned to. I put a little lube on my finger, got myself on my hands and knees and slid my finger half way in, wow I was tight, my wife had fingered my ass before but not for some time. I decided that my ass was too tight and would not possibly fit her toys in there so I put them back away in the top draw...as I did this I heard a deep voice commandingly say “I hope you don't think dats all da play your slutty lil ass is gonna get today bitch !”I froze, looked in my doorway and couldn’t believe I hadn’t. ”“What this? No, this was more you. Your dad adores you.”She shrugged, “Too bad mom doesn’t. But in other news, life changing stuff, go.”Ali took a deep breath. “Okay, yes, right. Can we just, you know, walk to the park or something?”“Oh ... kay, Ali, is there something wrong?”“No, no, nothing’s bad, this isn’t about bad things. Just, change.”“I’m listening.”“I guess it goes back the the trip. Well, actually it goes back before that, I have always wondered about certain facets of my.