"Mercy smiled, "Now you've got it. There will be something in their tone or something that has them worried. You'll know it because you're their dad. ...hat's how you hear my kids. They really try to hide what they talk about from you, but you hear them anyway. The only time you stop to listen is when you feel their concern over something. They listen to your gentle thoughts and it calms them. I think you unconsciously do it, but they do feel you and your presence."It was Etta who wrapped it up,. I know the little sluts name, Gina Sinclair, so I look up her address and head over there to see if she is home. Sure enough, not only is she there but so are 2 other men and my husband.I looked into the Window in the living room through the blinds and see her on the couch, naked and the three of them fucking her, taking turns. Jeff was currently mounting her from behindand pumping the shit out of her. He is 7" and plenty big around, so she was enjoying the hell out of my husband’s cock. After. Could a person die on the spot? I wanted to. This is the kind of shit you see in the movies. Things like this just don't happen. But here it was happening. I snatched a glass from a passing waiter.I met Kevin's eye and took a healthy swallow."Oh by all means Mr. Thompson, do go entertain your ... lady." I said leaning back more on JC.JC's arm moved and slid under my dress to wrap around my body and rest on my hip. Kevin's eyes saw it, even if it was hidden by the red fabric.Mr. What'shisname. Without a word, she led him across the busy street and down a dark alley to an obscure flight of wooden stairs. She felt his hesitancy, and gently coaxed him on with a reassuring squeeze of her hand. Once on the third level, she reached inside her brassiere and withdrew a single shiny key that she opened the old creaking door with. She flipped on the light, threw her coat onto an old wooden table, and winked at him as if she was quite proud of herself."Tea, or me," she purred."Both," he.