I lay there in my cum soaked panties in a daze of what took place. I tell myself there wasn't anything I could have done to prevent what went on, but...that would have been a lie. The truth is I actually love being a sissy slut. If only Mule Dick would have lasted a little longer, I would have had a fabulous orgasm from just the rubbing on my moist satin panties. Oh well, I wipe my face off so I can see then head upstairs to the shower. Once in, Marla joins me and says poor baby, been fucked. ." You can say it, Dad. What? Did she give you a blowjob?" Ohhhh, Man. Yes, Alexa. That's what happened." O.K. Well, thanks for telling me. Does Mom know?" She does now." Is that what she was so upset about when she came home?" No, she wasn't even mad about what I was doing with Lizzie." I don't understand that, Dad. Why wouldn't she be upset about that?" It's kind of complicated. Let's just say for now that she wasn't upset about it. What she was upset about was that what I was doing involved. But first your siblings await you.” I ushered them into the den, Ann’s favorite hangout when she wasn’t doing stuff.The lounge chair had become her territory. “Well hi,” said Ann. “You guys look—something.”“Yes, anxious to see my brother and sister,” said Rebecca.She went to Ann and peered into the eyes of the little boy.“And this is?” said Becca.“Your dad didn’t tell you?” I said.“Haven’t been to dad and mom’s place yet. Wanted to come here first. We’ll be going over there tomorrow,” said. St. Claire,’ she said. Edith pursed her lips, exhaling a frustrated breath. ‘That it does, my dear,’ she said. Then she stood, calling out, ‘Henry!’ Henry peeked his head into the parlor, smiling slightly at Elizabeth as she nodded her head in recognition. ‘Yes, madame,’ he said. ‘Dinner is served.’ ‘Well then,’ Edith said, sweeping out her arm and gesturing toward the hall. ‘Let us eat!’ * The dinner proved to be awkward, there had been many silences, though Gerard had been a dear and held.