LATER THAT EVENING, when the party starts and the gossip begins, again, I escape to the den.
Mom doesn’t realize it — or maybe she does — but half the gossip is about her. They judge every single thing about the party. It’s almost enough to ruin Christmas. It does make me relieved that it’s not even Christmas Eve.
Hopefully, all the bad karma will clear out before Christmas.
“There you are,” Daddy says as he steps into the room.
When he closes the door and clicks the lock, my p***y starts to throb.
“I don’t really get along with Mom’s friends.”
He snorts. “Her friends don’t get along with her friends.”
As he moves closer, I pull my dress higher and higher. I spread my legs so he can see that I’m keeping my word. No panties. When he gets to the sofa, he lowers to his knees, his face
