"I'm willing to accept you thinking your father is some sort of sociopathic bastard rather than--" All right, Dad, I get the picture, okay?" Jason cri...d.Henry sighed. "I'm not sure you do." So what do you think is up with her?" I haven't a clue. I have a feeling you do, though."Jason remained silent, though the truth wanted to leave his mouth.Henry raised the glass. "So we keep playing this game. Wonderful." Suppose I did tell you," Jason said in a challenging voice.Henry paused and slowly. A very pleasant side benefit at that. As the months passed, Lauren was given even more responsibility. She was now assigned to specific contractors. This represented more and more opportunity but, along with it, more and more work. The only consolation was that she could do some of that work at home. At least she was in the house, if not available to the other members of the family.When their personal time diminished once more, so did their sex life. Lauren would be tired, or still working when. Foster breathed a sigh of relief. This one change to her psyche seemed to have worked - rather than tempt fate, he decided to stick with that for now.“That’s right. Although, if we’re being honest...”He paused, attempting to look hesitant, completely unaware that his nostril was uncontrollably twitching. Brandi leaned forward - she didn’t care about his unusual facial tics, she just needed to hear more, to know more. Her world had just been rocked, and the more information she had to deal with. Hanna walked into her bedroom, and laid down on her bed, tits down. She grabbed her phone and checked social media. She laid her phone back down, and rested her head on the pillow. Even after 15 minutes, her pussy still had juice coming out. Her comforter was bunched up under her pussy, so every time she moved, it rubbed her clit. Hanna moved around in rhythmic motions, her pussy getting wetter, her towel starting to get wet. The more Hanna humped her comforter, not only did she get wetter,.