Faith's back. She showered and put on a long nightshirt. She drops into the big sectional at the opposite end from Dad. I'm standing next to the huge ottoman, holding my tablet.
"So, Mom, I found a really great show for us tonight," I say as I tap the screen of my tablet.
The 72-inch flat screen comes on. I've been working on this for days. There's four videos, each filling one-quarter of the screen: upper left, Faith f*****g the office guy in the mall garage. Upper right, Faith sucking the black dude's c**k. Lower right, Faith getting f****d in the ass by that young guy. Lower left, Faith sucking off the electrician. In the middle, a fifth one of Faith on her knees, licking Mary's shaved p***y.
Dad's eyes are like an owl's. He looks at the screen and then at me. I just smile. Faith is
