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Now when he saw his son's truck in front of the house, he snuck in and watched them. He watched his wife suck her son off then hold the cum in her mouth so he could see it. He decided he had seen enough this time.
"Tilda! I'm home!"
Caleb popped up and began frantically looking around for his clothes. His father was home!
Tilda lay naked on her back, too drunk and far gone in her reverie to move. Caleb pulled her to her feet and dressed her to prevent disaster.
Henry Carruthers held back giving them a chance to dress. Then he stepped into the yard.
"' Evening Caleb, Tilda! Whew! It's been a hot day!"
"Yes, it has," Tilda said, plopping down on the swing with her legs spread.
"Well, I'd better be getting home. Sharonda is due any day."
His father looked from his son leaving to his wife sprawled on the swing. He had enjoyed the show and looked forward to the next time.
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Anonymous8 months agoThank you author love the stories especially you coming back to this one. I loved the first two chapters and was hoping you would continue. 5 stars amazing
