Dad smiled too, but only slightly. "Okay, fair enough." He looked back at the women one more time and then turned and left, pulling the door closed.I ...urned back to the women. Mom had watched our exchange. She continued watching me while her hands mechanically pumped the toys into Monique like two pistons of an engine. There was no care, no ease, no sense of play or pleasure. Her movements were just that, movements.I was glad none of my girls were there. They might have thought very differently. “We are being paged, I think you best go and make up some excuse, as from last night, of what came here to join me was a good bit more human, than what I am now.” I remember saying it, and Don sitting up, got to his feet, hoisting up his jeans to cover his furred goat sheath. He looked physically to where I was when first coming from the camp.The wild night and half a day of rutting nanny goat pussies had taken quite a toll on Don and especially me. As Don used his handkerchief to wipe dry his. " Wanda came over and the three of us went out to eat. I got a chance to see the two of them together. She really cares about your father. No, I take that back. She really loves your father. It's interesting to watch her when they're together. This was one of the first times she could be with him and not pretend."She's felt close to your father for about a year. She always felt comfortable with him. He was one adult it was always easy for her to talk with. You know she had a bunch of guys take. There was no college for 18 year Dipty. She was in her ladies baniyan and shorts. Her Dad was drinking having drinks as usal. It was around midnight and they were watching T.V .Mom was tired and so she gave a goodnight kiss to Dad and she went to sleep. Dad was so much drank that he was also fading. Suddenly he puts his arms on Dipty and said ‘ I Love You’. Dipty also said ‘ Dad I Love u too’ and she removed his hand from the shoulder. Dipty said to Dad ‘will u stop drinking now and sleep’. Dad.