I was concentrating on escaping. She said. I need to hit a walmart sometime, if thats OK. she said. Sure. Do you have clothes you can work outside in ...? I asked. Nope, pretty much just these. She said, indicating the scanty shorts and shirt. We walked out to the truck and I put her suitcase on the tailgate. She showed me her clothes she had hastily packed. No shoes, three tank tops, similar to what she had on, four pair of thong panties, three socks, a pair of swim shorts and an empty pillow. With my other hand I reached to squeeze one of her nipples, but found that she was already playing with both of her own nipples, so instead I pushed a finger of my left hand into her cunt and started finger fucking her. Evidently she was pretty highly stimulated too, because minutes later she was cumming. Fucking hell, I love fucking like this! Yes! Yes! Aaaaahhhh! As soon as I heard her cumming and felt her anus spasm on my cock I was pumping my first load for the evening deep inside her. “Yes, Dad, it is,” chorused Zoe.“Yeah sure,” I said. “Been a while.”“Yes, and we take the blame for that. It’s been crazy,” said Penelope. Zoe was nodding her support of her mom’s excuse. I decided to let them get away with their neglect. It was getting to the point where it just didn’t matter to me anymore. I mean it did, but I was able to deal with it at this stage.“I understand,” I said. The waitress arrived and took our orders.“Lee, I know you know, I mean Ronald and Tina; but Ian’s in. ” I left the message on my wife’s voice mail during my lunch hour hoping that she’d get back to me by the end of the day. My wife was a stripper at a more up-market club in the city center and she pulled in a pretty decent wage from it too, especially the nights when she was working the VIP suite or “Luxury Room” as they called it which was generally paid for by stag parties, wealthy city-businessmen or the occasional football player. I never asked too many questions about her work, Mel liked.