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Father shut the light out and he got into bed with her.
I slipped back inside my tent and slept until early in the morning. I careully let myself into the house, went upstairs to my bedroom, and slept for a couple of hours.
I went downstairs and into the kitchen about nine o;clock, Velma and father were sitting at the dining table having a cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette. I cheerfully greeted them and asked them how the bowling went on Friday. Father told me his team won two of the three games and his core averaged over two hundred for the night. They asked if I slept well and I told them I slept like a baby.
Velma was still in her stockings and girdle and if she moved a certain way in the chair I could even make out the lines of her directoire knickers across her thighs under her gown. I thought to myself that she really hadn't wanted to lose any of his semen.
Little did they know I had witnessed all their sexual activity that had gone on and that my opinion of how clean and pure Velma was had changed considerably now that I knew she could act like a perfect whore. She was just the right person for my father.
I saw her another time shortly after that, but that is another story.
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