We headed to bed after it was over.We had turned the lights off and were walking down the hall toward our rooms. Pat reached over and grabbed me into ... fierce hug. She was holding me tightly and said in a choking voice, "Mark, thank you for letting me be with you and your dad. You saved my life." She kissed my cheek and, just as suddenly, released me to go into her room. She closed the door but I don't think she locked it. It didn't matter because I had no intention of going in there. Luckily, our bathroom stalls were completely closed off as individual rooms. I went into the first one, locked the door and sat down. As I pulled down my pants, the pre-cum was dripping everywhere as if I’d already cum. I pulled the panties from my pocket and brought them to my nose. As I inhaled her sweet smell, I started to stroke my cock long and hard. I wasn’t going to last long, so I wrapped her panties over the top of my cock and pumped even harder. After about three strokes my cum. “I’ll think about it,” she said. “Right now I need to be a house painter.”“Well, you have the trim work down better than I thought you would. Work on that and I’ll be back by later to check on you. If you stop, be sure to clean the brush carefully, or you’ll ruin it.”“Okay,” she said.“And you might want to change clothes,” he said. “No matter how careful you are, you’ll get paint on whatever you’re wearing.“I don’t have any clothes I can get paint on,” she said.“Well, pick something, because. He collected lard glops of the sperm on her face then wiped it all over her tits. "Anything that drips off your face you will rub in to these tits got me." Yes sir."He let go of her and moved to the kitchen where he poured himself a cup of coffee. He leaned against the counter, "Amelia!" he barked.Amy ran in to the kitchen and knelt beside the coffee pot. "Sorry daddy." She said meekly.He smiled, "Good. You learn quick."Amy sat on her knees until her brother came in."What is this?"She looked at.