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Jenn opened her legs and gasped when Mom pressed her face against my sister's pussy. Dad groaned, "Sorry Amanda." We all looked. Dad was cumming in long hard shots. His hands are still at his sides. His arcs hit high on his chest. Three, no four. Mom smiled. "Wow, Andy. No hands. That's a first." Dad sat there, covered in his cum, panting, "I think it's gonna be a day of firsts."

"Of course I'm upset that you didn't manage to live a good life. But I promise you, Angie, that you will only have better, happier days again." I choked up again. "I won't let you down anymore." Dad was a genius business tycoon, the kind that would only appear once in a century. He had a vast business empire spanning the entire globe. In fact, people still referred to him as a legend from where I'd just come from. My body quickly recovered with Dad's extensive resources and support. On the day I was finally declared to have fully recovered, the first thing I did was to arrange for Arlene's burial.

I'd known since I was little that my mother was Pierce Callahan's kept woman. Unfortunately, she was also the poorest kept woman in our circle. Other girls had closets full of dresses. Meanwhile, I barely owned anything besides my elementary and high school uniforms. When I was little, I fell in love with a $100 dress and asked my mother to see if my father would buy it for me. Her face fell immediately as she rebuked me, "He's already doing us a favor by keeping us. Do you really think you're a Callahan heiress?" I never asked for anything ever again. After the high school, I worked at a coffee shop for two months and paid the college's first semester's tuition myself. I started look

I stood up and got on the podium, in front of over a hundred people, just to give them a show. "My Dad was a lot of things to this city. He is a defendant of one of the founding families of this great city, a philanthropist, a provider, and a helper f the people. He was a father, not just to his biological children, he was a father to the children of this city. He left a big space, a space that going to be hard to fill. But I tell you now, I promise you that I, Danny Danjuma will do my best to fill it." Everyone in the church got up, clapping and chanting. It couldn't have been better. The service was ended shortly after that, and Dad's body was finally laid to rest. It was time to go home,

i winked at my dadu "You son of donkey!where is your salam(muslim greeting" "Oopss!Salam dadajan"i said He laughed and replied to my salam "How are you dadajaan . I missed you alot ."i said He kissed my forehead and replied "i am good my son .how about you ? You have changed so much ." " i am handsome as always dadajaan"i replied with a tint of naughtiness in my tone "Lets go downstairs dadajaan .i am so much hungry .i really missed the food of ama "i pouted

I opened the door and was met with the one I respected and cherished as a dad, my second father with his daughter, Anna. "Oh dad, good evening," I said half postrating "Eric, Eric, how are you doing?" He asked while patting my back "Am okay sir. Anabelle watssup?" I asked her since she decided to stay mute "Am fine and you?" "Am okay." I replied "You this children of nowadays, you are so shy to do all this PDA(Public Display of Affection) stuffs," Uncle Kenneth said to no one in particular "Daddy o, how did you know about PDA again?" Anna asked her dad

dad said grimly. I was confused. "What asshole?" I asked. "Mark Phillips. My sorry excuse of a father," dad said. his eyes were glowing with anger. Wow, he really is a piece of shit.

I answered as I went to get my clothes. Adam walked in, Adam is like a secretary and my one and only friend here. His whole family are here, his Dad working for my my Dad as an adviser before he pass away. He was working with Emirate group, which I think Dad got him the position to help me adjust when I got back. "Hi Adam" I said raising the two suits am holding "which one" I asked as he stood before me. "They're all black" he pointed out with his usual stern face.

The call again made his son cover his ears as his father's voice damaged his eardrums. "Be patience, Dad!" Adnan said, calming his father. Why is it upside down like this? Adnan should be angry. Why even his father? Things that don't make sense. "Besides, can't you talk more gently and gently to Mother?" he protested. "Geez... well, you've been protesting a lot lately, annoying."

He would rather Adina have a happy marriage and live happily for a lifetime. “Dad, what are you talking about?” Right then, Daniel walked over and set his sights on Adina. “This is?” Dillon snapped out of his daze. “This is Ms. Daugherty.” “Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Daugherty.” Daniel gently nodded at Adina before he looked at Dillon and softly said, “Dad, Mom’s death anniversary is approaching. How have you prepared for it?” Adina heard what he said clearly, and she smiled calmly.