I had never heard her raise her voice to Daddy. He didn't like it.He dropped his lunchbox where he stood and strode purposefully to my Mother. His han...d flew as he backhanded her hard on her cheek."Come here, girl" he directed me.He grabbed me brusquely, pulled me close and began to kiss me as my mother, on the floor from the force of the smack, watched us. Having my mother on the floor watching Daddy and me emboldened me.I pressed my chest against him and kissed him more passionately, letting. Parting his arse cheeks, Michelle began rimming him. Faris squirmed with pleasure, enjoying the combination of wet pussy and wet tongue.There was a long sigh as he spent himself over his daughter’s tits Flopping over he told Michelle to lick them clean. Happily, Michelle covered every inch of her friend’s breasts before kissing a trail down to Anaisha’s cunt and losing herself in her scent.Lying beside his daughter with his arm around her, Faris watched the show Michelle was putting on. No, not. Mel was drinking quickly and she was almost at the end of her second drink by the time I reached them.My wife certainly stood out. The party was full of young to middle aged women in varying degrees of tarty dress. The amount of thigh and cleavage on show was enough to make any man adjust his pants in a hurry. But my wife's outfit won the slutty prize hands down, it was no wonder she was downing the drinks."I'm thinking of making this the new office uniform!" Mr Lenson bellowed, pulling my wife. I cupped my hand and raised the water to my lips, hesitating for a moment wondering if the water was safe to drink.“Don’t drink that!” A loud male voice said in perfect English.I nearly jumped out of my skin as I looked up from my hand at a man dressed in khaki pants, shirt, and sleeveless vest with a dim lantern dangling from his hands. “Who are you? What are you doing out here?” He asked and took a step towards me. His clothing reminded me of those of Peg’s and there was some comfort in.