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Stepmother's Bed
Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
very little escapes the sharp eye of your old man." Giggling, he then staggered his way to the kitchen. Denny and Joyce heard a sharp exchange of words, and then their d***ken father returned, his ice cubes tinkling in his cocktail glass. He fell into his overstuffed chair and threw his feet up on the ottoman. He poked his little finger in his ears, then examined his finger. "Where did you see us from?" Denny asked. He wanted to say, from the bar? but he restrained himself. "We thought of stopping at your office, but we guessed you'd be busy," he said instead. Blinking, Martin Reardon said, "No, unfortunately, I was not very busy--at all." He frowned, staring depressed into his glass. "You see, Walden Flats is a very small town. And when there aren't many people in a town you don't get too many dislocations and pulled muscles and back trouble." He waved his hand in the air, like a degenerate king in the movies. "Nope, I'm afraid Walden Flats isn't the perfect place for a chiropractor in semi-retirement." He took a huge gulp of his drink. "Truth is, I was sitting in Wally Rakin's Bar. There were a few cancelled appointments, see, and that bar has a sensational view of the street. That's where I saw my two li'l dumplings from-'ol Wally's Bar. "The bar faces the street, see, and a man can sit there for hours trying to figure out where he went wrong, staring at this hick metropolis. It was a big day in Walden Flats all ... right. I think I saw five other people besides you k**s all day!" He chuckled strangely to himself. "Yep, five whole people without a damn thing wrong with their necks or backs or anything. Yeah, they probably go into Portland for their adjustments." Dabbing at the tears in his eyes, Dr. Martin Reardon, Chiropractor, sniffed and shook his head, pitying himself. Abruptly angry, Denny strode across the room and changed the TV channel to the news. His s****r came to him and he whispered, "Jesus, he's a bigger lush than he was last summer. What a drag! Sorry, s*s." "Be nice to daddy," Joyce said. "He just doesn't have enough patients at the office, that's all. Go easy on him. He just had a few drinks." "A few?" Denny snapped. "Why did he bother to come home? Well, I know why! He's probably breathed so much booze in patients' faces they just stopped coming to him. Just the way mom said it was in San Francisco when he had his practice there! I bet he didn't retire because he wanted to. I bet they ran him out of town. Do you see Norma? See how disgusted she is with him?" Joyce kept her back to her father now and wiped tears from her eyes. "Give him a chance, Denny?" she pleaded. "Don't talk that way about him now. W-We love Walden Flats, and maybe he does, too. Maybe he had a dream of starting all over again here in this quiet little town, and his dream isn't coming true, and he doesn't know which way to turn, and--" ...