My destination was unknown but I was on my way.I called my mother after three days to let her know I was okay. She wanted me to talk to my dad, but I ...asn't ready yet. After that I called every five or six days to check in. I talked to my dad the second time I called and explained that I wasn't mad at him. He understood that I couldn't be around William right now. About a month after I left I was in Camp Verde, Arizona working at a pecan farm; I didn't know anything about pecans but I know. There was a momentary lull as Anita studied her father’s expression again.“So, what’s up?”, she wanted to know.“Nothing really, Sweetheart. I guess I’m still wallowing in some more of that self-pity. I mean, here we are, me in a bit of a rut, and you working your butt off trying to get ahead. On top of all that, you’re stuck babysitting a broken-down, old has-been of a father. Your mother got smart and left! As a father, I haven’t done a very good job, so far. I sometimes wonder how long before. It filled her as it consumed her whole body. It made her breathe harder and faster and moan deeper and longer and before she could even say anything, her orgasm culminated in her hot pink spot and it needed to be released. Angie felt her orgasm there in Sara’s pussy. She knew Sara was about to let it go. Angie moved her finger in and out even faster now, wiggling it along the way as well. She watched Sara’s clit pulse and listened to her tone. Sara was about to let it go. Sara moaned deeply,. I’d caught a perfect full frontal view of sheer black nylon clad legs, bare thigh, and cream coloured satin panties peeping out of crotchless tights. She’d stayed spread legged for long enough before her legs closed modestly together again that I saw the dimpled cameltoe of her vagina slit and where the tiny triangle of satin covering her mound was slightly pulled aside I saw a glimpse of her brown cunt hair.After the meeting I followed her along the corridor. Her shiny black high heels made.