That left me home with Daddy, taking care of him ... and playing house together. I smiled a little as I thought about the fact that Daddy still didn't...know that I was his daughter. He had treated me like a girlfriend. I still remembered that kiss he gave me. It took me a few moments, but a small simple and later on I would call it a stupid plan hatched in my brain. I went to the living room where Daddy was now asleep and removed all pictures of Mom. I was thinking with my crotch, not my brain. His mind reeled. He was doing it and his wide eyes met his wife's. Janet couldn't believe what her husband was doing. Michael was the last person she would have expected to do something like that. He'd never been a homophobe but he was a manly man who didn't appear gay or bi in the slightest. She felt a surge of wetness flood her pussy as her husband pushed her aside and took Tyrone's cock into his mouth. Her eyes remained locked with her husband's and she reached between her legs and pushed. "Redstone answered my questions and filled me in on what transpired since I was gone. All the children of high school age under go a therapy process, which involves some high tech programming of the brain. It was a technique perfected by the founder of this community Charles Stepford, a leader in the field of psychology and artificial intelligence... "It allows each child to experience the best high school and family life. No bullies, no crime, no vengeful teachers or classmates. The. Stop pleease..."Bonko: "Sorry bitch, but nobody treats Bonko the clown like you did without getting what she deserves!"He then took off her shirt, putting hand on to her naked tit and squeezed that too.Ann: "Aaah.. That hurts!"Bonko: "But we have only just begun baby, and I think your attidute will change, once we really get going!"He then putted his mouth on other tit and began sucking, while still gropping ass and tit.Ann: "Ahmm... Oooo..."Bonko: "I can see those nipples getting erect, your.