"You eat p***y like a girl." She whispers to me, as my dad lines up his c**k with her c*m filled asshole. She's rubbing her c**t with her hand, as he starts pumping his c**k in and out of her ass. I don't want to watch this.
I find my way back to the exercise room, get dressed and leave their house. I still have the transmitter in my pocket, but I'm not sure what I want to do yet. On the forty-five minute drive home, I start thinking about Maggie. I wonder if she knows about the earlier transmitter. Maybe she can help me decide how to handle dad and his nympho.
"Oh f**k yes!" I hear my mother yell, as I open the front door to Uncle Harry's house. He's been dead for over six months, but I still think of this as Uncle Harry's house. I quietly follow the sound towards Uncle Harry's bedroom,
