He was fucking his wife in a firm, systematic way, occasionally reaching forward and stroking his wife’s hair or face. “Is Mom home?”
“Nope. It was the front door closing: Mary, his wife and Jill ’s mother, was home from her book group! Fuck my pussy harder, honey!” Jill tiptoed to the kitchen door and peeked in. Then he heard a noise. What do you mean?”
“Daddy, I want to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be angry.”
“Of course not, princess. It was the front door closing: Mary, his wife and Jill ’s mother, was home from her book group! She stuck out her lower lip, saying, “But gee, Daddy, that’s just no fair! Reaching down, she rested her hand on her father’s bulge and, moving closer, she said, “Daddy, it would make me ever so happy if you’d show me your cock.”
Jill ’s father—whose name was Dan, by the way—sighed, put his newspaper to one side, and unzipped his trousers.
