“Okay, I guess,” I said. “We’ll see.”“But one thing,” he said. I shrugged. “I’m her father too, not only one but too. Okay?” I did...n’t answer him. He knew where I stood on the matter. He was a father of course, of Ronald. So, I let things slide for the moment.We talked a little more, well, one more beer’s worth. Then he cut country.It was Father’s Day, and I had two kids in actuality, not just Zoey. But I had so far not heard from either of them. I wondered about Tina as much as Zoey. Still, it. I was working to prove these false claims were lies and wouldn’t be available for a few days while I did this. I had talked to George late Monday and told him my plans for today and called him that Tuesday evening to let him know what had happened with 60 Minutes. We were expecting it to be broadcast on Sunday evening.We were still trying to piece together who was doing this. It was much harsher and blunter than Clinton’s normal antics. I wondered if it was Carville. James Carville and Dick. ”“You’re my young lady.” He murmured bending forward and kissing her tenderly on the lips; her eyes closed and she kissed him back.Then silence.They both felt embarrassed.Dan, rather lost, turned to the radio and fiddled with the dial.“Must be something better to hear on this thing Elaine,”She too was flustered and gazed into the glass while sipping from it.Dan found some band music and sat down again.Elaine asked if they could find Capital on the dial.“Oh that, yes do you know where it is my. As the cock began to swell inside ofhim he heard her breath began to pant. As the stud bottomed outand a pair of balls pressed up against his ass crack he heardher begin to plead to be taken. As the cock exploded, drivingspurt after spurt of cum up into his most private of places heheard her voice cry out, "Yes. Oh yes! Fill her up with yourcum. Give her all you've got. She deserves it."Now the two were alone, still in their bondage pose and staringinto each other's eyes. Neither dared say.