Once we were done, and Miranda was running around the back yard playing with the dogs, Sandy showed me something on her phone."Hey dad, look at what M...m texted me", she said, showing me the following:"WIFE:WashIronFuckEtcetera"Sandy continued, "She said that it's pretty much on the money. I think it's a hoot"I paused, measuring my words. "Honey," I began, "You know your Mom doesn't ... iron, right?"The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully enough, as there are always chores needed to keep my. She knows. “Call ‘er. Put ‘er on speaker.”“Okay,” I said, punching the phone number up, mentally thinking that if this was a disaster, I’d have Haley to console today, Deena to console some time in the future.Deena picked up. “Hi, Dad. I was gonna call you.”“Oh, really?”“Yeah ... One of the girls I used to go to school with, her sister’s in high school. She heard something today.”An internal ‘Uh-oh.’ I checked Haley’s face. She was paying very close attention. “What’d she hear? Something I’m. Streams of saliva are covering my cock, running down her chin and down my balls. “Fuck, we have to hurry.” I pull out of her mouth, a relieving look on her face. “Fucker,” she says as I grab her arm, pulling her up on her feet. “You got that right.” I spin her against the wall, sliding my hands under her silky black skirt. I pull her black panties down, lifting her skirt up, before pressing her against the wall. Gripping her hips I lift her up while she wraps her legs around my waist. Our. A few accessories later a some of my favorite perfume and I was ready to go. “May I help you, ma'am?” the receptionist asked when I walked in. As Carl I'd know her as Tammy, a good enough girl. “Yes. I'd like to see Mr John Reynolds.” “May I ask what this is about?” I smiled at her and replied, “It's, ah, a personal matter.” “May I tell him your name?” “Carolyn. Carolyn Adams but I doubt he'll even remember me.” “Oh. I see. Please have a seat and he'll be with you in a minute.” “Thank you.” I.