He looked at her, dumbfounded and hurt. "What -" "I'm so sorry Daddy" she sobbed "I - I couldn't breathe. I'm just drunk. I'm sorry" With that, she tu...ned and fled to her room, leaving her father alone in the kitchen. What had bought that on? He shook his head. She was still young, and he suspected this was the first time she'd had alcohol outside of family gatherings. Forcing the issue wouldn't help. Maybe it was boy troubles? Surely that would be due to start one day, perhaps that could have. He finally opened a door and stepped in. Abby followed him and she was amazed for everything in his room was second or third hand and very cheap. He didn’t even have a bed; he slept on some covers on the floor.“What???”“My parents don’t believe in spending any money on me.” Abby rushed up to Bryan and hugged him tightly. She had no problems now seeing why he didn’t want to be around anyone. Bryan was amazed at how good Abby smelled and how soft and smooth her skin was. He slowly put his arms. She looked like she always did when she just got back from the gym. We didn't talk much. It was pretty late and we just headed for bed. When she gave me a kiss goodnight, I couldn't help wondering where her mouth had been earlier. How many loads of cum had she had there. How much pussy juice had passed those lips?I lay there for hours, listening to my slut wife sleep a sated sleep, debating with my self. I didn't want to lose Kim. I loved her. I considered confronting her with what I knew and. Annabel Lee opened the door for the two men and they stepped in.The marshal took control of the room and the proceedings in a professional manner, which Waite appreciated. First he interviewed Waite when he noticed the woman was still too upset to talk. Phillips told him how he'd heard a scream then another. He'd knocked on the door and was shot at. He related how he'd busted open the door and what he'd seen. He explained why he'd fired and pointed out the man's gun on the floor.The marshal.