It wasn’t until I got to the top of the driveway that I noticed the dim light coming through a crack in the curtains. It had to be my dad. He didn�...t often stay up this late, but realising he was up made me remember a comment he’d made to mom over breakfast about the West Indies (where they came from) playing cricket against Australia. Mom didn’t much care, but if it involved men playing with balls my dad would watch it. Well, like, sports balls anyway, not the kind of balls I liked. His. Carol, without even knowing that was my plan, was still fast asleep. I moved to my office and allowed myself a cat nap, setting my watch to wake me in twenty minutes; long enough to feel refreshed and let some of the adrenaline wash out, but not too long, I didn't want to wake up thick with sleep.When I woke Carol was till asleep.I set my phone ready to pick up the feed from the cameras in the house so I could watch her from anywhere and set out things for breakfast. I didn't risk cooking but. You should go to talk to Marie - or rather listen to her. Why don’t you go to the backyard? It’s a nice place to sit, as long as the sun is up.”I guess she saw that I was about to protest since she smiled and shook her head. Why had there been tears in her eyes? Why?“Please, do as I asked. I’m okay with it and we’ll talk later, I promise. I’ll prepare something to eat for these two toddlers. Unless you fed them recently.”“No, I have just...”I blushed when I realized that I had just spent quite. That has nothing to do with love. You closed your eyes and pretended that the cock that was ramming your pussy was not mine but something new. It excited you and there is nothing wrong with that.”Heather snapped back at him “But it was your cock slamming into my pussy. I think you just want to slam your cock into other pussies. That is why you are saying this.” Heather got up and stormed out of the room.Heather pouted for the next day only talking to Steve one time snapping at him, “So you want.