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This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.

Deep inside, he was feeling his heart beat for the very first time. A while ago when Alexander collected the DNA test report from Jake who took it from the doctors who worked all night to get it done, he felt really anxious because he wanted the result to come out positive. And just when Alexander saw the DNA test report, he could feel his lips acting on its own. He was smiling for the very first time!. Everything came out 99.99%. He was the Father of the Kids and Mina was their mommy!. "Mommy, are you okay?". Tyler curiously asked, but Mina didn't reply immediately.

“Please forgive me. Also don't get mad at mum and Niccolo, I made them keep it a secret from you because I didn't want you to worry.” “Pumpkin, you're scaring me,” Dad said, moving closer. “Are you alright?” “Yes but about two months ago, I got drugged and was almost raped by someone,” I breathed out, and my dad's face fell. As for mine and Niccolo's relationship, I had told Niccolo that I would inform my dad about it later that week. “Who was that someone?” Dad finally asked, and I swallowed harshly. “Erik Dartmond,” I replied. “He's the-”

I knew immediately that I had to help mom; that any resolution might appear harsh to anyone who had not seen these recordings. As for that vignette, it ended with the young punk having dad put mom on his desk; he proceeded to fuck her with amazing ferocity and speed; the fact that he pulled out and all he could tinkle was four pathetic drops was amazing. She didn't need the pill and a diaphragm for THAT dude. When I replayed the DVD another time, with headphones this time, I actually heard mom 'coo' sarcastically to her old man that this young punk had come with twice the spend that he (dad) produced. Wow, what a wimp dad was if this guy's joke-like four droplets put him to shame.

I pecked his lips. "And we love each other." We pulled away to see my parents. "You deflower my daughter, I'll bury you." Dad told him. "You realize I'm already dead." Evan said to him. Dad just rolled his eyes. "She's pure. Do.Not.Deflower.Her." with that said, he made a run to his room. "He's moody, one of the clients got super annoying and kept changing her order and your dad was this close to draining her." Mom sighed. We laughed.

dad said grimly. I was confused. "What asshole?" I asked. "Mark Phillips. My sorry excuse of a father," dad said. his eyes were glowing with anger. Wow, he really is a piece of shit.

Dad was on the couch, but sleeping, his head turned away from the television that was showing some sports show. "Oh, damn." I whispered, licking my lips and already feeling my pussy heating up. Dad was only wearing a pair of shorts and my eyes hungrily worked their way over his scantily clad body. My father was a personal trainer and led by example. His stomach was flat and hard, his shoulders broad, and even relaxed, I could see the muscles in his arms. Speaking of muscles, my eyes lingered on the one in his shorts. I wondered if dad was having a particularly good dream because the bulge was pretty damn big.