He muttered as he avoided looking at Bree and went over to the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice and poured himself a little bit in a glass.... Bree looked at her Dad and then back to her phone and got a smile on her face. “Dad, did you do something to my phone? Did you change my ringtone or something?!” She laughed as she thought about what she had done to him. “I didn’t touch your phone. It wasn’t me. I don’t know what you are talking about.”Bree looked at her father’s back. She could. My knees got weak; I had never felt anything so good. I told the officer I needed to kneel before I fell, and he said only if I kept my hands on the trunk. I dropped to my knees on the blacktop, spreading them as far as I could. I already knew I would do anything to keep Sammy's attention on my cunt. I dropped my head to the bumper as a second cop car pulled up. "Probe" was all the officer said. Sammy instantly mounted me, driving his dog dick deep in my cunt like a pro. The second patrol car. “My, haven’t you grown up” said Father.“More than you know” I replied, thinking about my mothers nipple between my fingers just moments earlier. I sat back down and continued to study my mother. I was so horny that I started to imagine what it would be like to have that long hair cascading over my lap as she sucked on my cock. I had only been home a couple of hours and I was starting to think like a cunt-hungry pervert. Squeezing mums tits earlier had still left me horny.After dinner, dad said. He was dead. And this one, I had killed. I hadn't meant to, but he was dead anyway. I had actually done it. I had taken a life. I had actually turned a living, breathing human being into meat.I was numb. I tried to feel something, but nothing came but more anger. No guilt, no remorse, no sadness. Just mad."You bastard! You made me do that! You made me kill you!" I told the dead guy on the roof.He hadn't though. Not really. I had done it. Not by choice. Not by intent. But I had taken a life and.