He never dated again after mom passed and we thought he babysat just for the company.Now, I became alarmed that dad went off some deep end and indulge... himself with Bethany when he was alive.I scooped up my daughter and took her to the bathroom. We removed her soaking panty and I examined her. It wasn't an accusation, but since I witnessed this latest experience, it afforded me the opportunity to find out if Bethany had been penetrated by dad, or by anyone!But Bethany is sharp enough to fathom. Hewas dripping gallons of precum and looked like a vision , I leaned in and asked if he kissed , he just leaned back and kissed me fully ,I dropped to my knees and started sucking his lovely uncut cock like I was someone stuck in the desert trying to get water out of a stone , I was delirious with passion.I stood and kissed him again , I asked what he liked , he looked a little puzzled , he responded , that he had only done this a few times and was not so experienced , I swooned again , to have. The effects should appear within a few hours.” I took the silver cup he was offering me. It was filled to the rim with a brown, steaming liquid. I could smell the sweet rose extract he always added to his concoctions to disguise the fumes of his secret ingredients. The taste was more unpleasant than the smell, reminding me of decaying meat. I was unsure whether it should be, but dared not ask. The first gulps went down fairly easy, but the syrupy mess in the bottom of the cup seemed to stick. ‘Instruction manuals are for sissies.’ Five minutes passed with much of the same button pressing, cheery beeping, and no progress. ‘Instruction manual you say?’ Mmhm. Diego paused for a moment, then continued pressing buttons. Just as he was about to turn up a dial that looked like it might be the volume Betty stopped him. I wouldn’t do that. ‘Do what?’ Turn that dial. ‘Why not?’ That’s the self-destruct timer. ‘I see.’ Diego’s hand made a hasty retreat. ‘So where’s that instruction manual?’.