Eve's Pov
It's been three days since my last encounter with Graham.
I spent hours in the shower, scalding water burning me up as I scrubbed my body harshly like I was trying to wash up the memories of what we did.
It was of no use because that night, and many other nights, were playing in a loop in my head.
Every time I sat down, I felt a sting up my butthole. Reminding me that my daughter's husband's c**k had been in me more times than I could count.
This evening was the dreaded dinner. The table was already set, the scent of food enveloping the house.
Rachael was the first to breeze in, her two little munchkins bouncing behind her as we hugged.
My throat knotted as my mind chose that moment to remember the times I had Graham's c**k down my throat while he lapped my p***y.
