“Reminiscing?” Hearing it, I tense up. He isn’t supposed to be here. I idly think it is my imagination, a deep hope that a dream is coming true ...tempting me but closing my eyes, I force myself to take a breath and remind myself that he isn’t here. “Well?” the same deep voice asks me. My palms begin to sweat as I realise that he is actually here. Moistening my lips, I grip onto the railing edge to resist the urge to slap him. “What if I am? You should know that I’m a sucker for sentimentality,” I. My father never shouted like this to my mom before.My mother said silently-“If I am going from here..you need to go with me…”.My dad did not respond and went to sleep.The whole night I saw my mom struggling on the bed.I could make out she was not able to sleep.Even if I felt my father was not sleeping.Anyhow when I wake up, I saw my father getting ready for office.When he was about to leave, I saw my mom came outside of the kitchen and called dad.Dad turned back-“What happened?”My mom silently. Pushing off, he traveled to the door, hit the button, and looked out as it slid open.There, in the open doorway across the hall, was a nude Rinda looking at him with four shocked eyes.Rinda's fur was wet, or at least still a bit on the damp side, a darker shade of blue than normal. It was slicked down, smooth. The black skin of her face, hands and feet seemed to shine, as if polished. Chuck's eyes, though, were drawn to the white fur of her chest, to the two breasts and their pink tips. They. I was really loving this, half an hour passed before the yoghurt was finished, Jaq enjoying watching me perform for her.After a quick tidy up in the kitchen, we went into the lounge, Jaq treated me to a wonderful blowjob as I relaxed on the sofa. Not wanting the evening to end, I told Jaq to stop when I thought I was about to cum.The evening continued after we had retired to bed, Jaq positioned herself on the edge of the bed. She had her legs over my shoulders as I fucked her with long deep.