I could hear her slinking through the house. My anger swelled. Where had this rage come from? Was I really mad because she forgot to take her dishes t...o the sink?My daughter crept into the dining room, her bushy hair spilling across her pale face. She trembled as she stared at me. “Daddy?”“Tell her she's been a bad girl,” my wife moaned, her voice throaty.“You've been a bad girl!” I growled. “You know you are supposed to take your dishes to the kitchen and rinse them off!”“I...” She swallowed.. And today? Today I use the phone, some years ago on internet I've known a slutty blonde friend (the same girl you see in the photo of my avatar) who is engaged with a jealous and possessive boyfriend, who even doesn't let her go out of home, and so, when she can, she calls me on my phone and we masturbate each other on phone sex, dirty talking (she has got great big boobs) until we come, it's a funny and exciting thing, we do it since years, but now the thing begins to be a little bit. "I'd like you to come back. And I'd like to do this again."I couldn't believe it! He didn't fire me and he wanted me. I wasspeechless. I just kissed him on the cheek and went out the door. Iwent straight home to masturbate again. I came twice before myparents got home.We continued with our little ritual for the next two months. Two orthree times a week, Mark would come home when the c***dren were out.He'd take me into his den and I would suck him off. If I wore askirt, I would finger. ”“My god Guy! She’s wearing my old clothes! Who is she anyway?” asked Pamela, “She’s mother’s foster-girl from London; she seems to be accident prone.”Shelia then mumbled, “ I’m so sorry I ran into you Mr Guy.”Guy’s finger stroked her cheek and his spice-scented cologne penetrated her senses. “ You OK?”“Right as Rain,” she smiled weakly.Guy and his sister Pamela both let out a relieved chuckle.Guy then strolled off into the garden to ponder.“Well its nice to see my old clothes are useful. I.