Those eyes, so full of pain, and love. Why did he smile at me? Oh lord, why did he fucking smile? I thought he was dying. I feel so much shame at m...y thoughts. Questions had plowed through my mind as I desperately clung to my father, his blood all over me. How could he do this to me? How could he leave me? Guilt, and shame from the moment still descend on me like a dark cloud. He was here, alive, and the doctors told me he would do just fine. He was going to be well, and survive this. I looked at my orgasmic reflection, being fucked by two huge cocks, having my tits overpowered while wearing a garter belt, stockings and outrageously high heels. I saw the continuous flash of cameras on the other side of the mirror, possibly the odd video function being utilised, capturing my slut sex display.I played up to the cameras, riding the cocks and panting.“Fuck my pussy and ass. Give this cheating married slut your spunk!”Both guys were at the end of their rope as they both indicated. ”“Was everything OK at your checkup today?”“Yeah. Blood pressure is fine, fetal heartbeat is fine. We’re just waiting on the little turkey to decide to make his appearance!”“Can I get you anything?” I asked.“Nah, I was just resting and watching Gilligan’s Island. I think I’ve seen all of them at least five times by now, but it’s still entertaining. I’ll come down for dinner. Did you let Stephie know?”“I did. I called her before I came upstairs.”“Help me up?” she asked, extending her hand.I. She was going to be in the Hilton lobby by 7:30pm. Damn him, why did he have to jerk her around last minute like this! She was a terrible liar, especially when it came to on-the-spot lies. She was so stressed out and so turned-on. She pulled on her skirt and sandals in a hurry. It was almost 6:50. The company gym was quiet and nearly empty as it closed at 7. No time for makeup. He'd just have to deal with her au-natural. As she stepped around the corner exiting the gym she ran right into Eric..