Page 28 of Doctor Daddy

He let go of my hips but didn’t manage to move otherwise.

There was a continuous screeching noise that wasn’t coming from either of us or the traumatized bed frame.

“What the fuck is that noise?” I was too depleted to move to do anything more than cover my ears.

“Oh shit, the fire alarm.”

Mark was off the bed and out the door.

I pulled his T-shirt on, it fit snug over my boobs, but hung low enough to cover the bits, and followed him.

The kitchen was full of smoke.

He was on his phone. “Yeah, burned dinner. Okay.”

He turned to me. “Go put some clothes on; the fire department is already on their way.”

He opened the back door off the kitchen. And headed back up to his bedroom.

My clothes were in the downstairs bathroom. I didn’t want to put clothes on just yet. My skin was still sensitized to his touch. My pussy still clenched with vestiges of leftover orgasmic delight.

When I returned to the kitchen, Mark was just closing the front door. I had missed the fire department’s brief visit to ensure all was good.

“I thought that was just your smoke detector, who called the fire department?”

“I have an alarm company.”

“Wait, they don’t see what’s on your ring cam, right?” I panicked thinking that with my intention of flashing Mark, I had flashed my nipple at some alarm monitor center flunky.

He chuckled. “No, that just goes to my phone or my backup recording system. Thanks for reminding me. I don’t want to erase today’s tape. By the way, we burned dinner.”

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That new car smell surrounded us. The detailers must have sprayed down the interior before they put the used car on the lot. David fiddled with the seat controls, and I poked at all of the above dash accessories. A storage compartment, the perfect size for a single pair of sunglasses dropped open.

“I thought you said you were done with minivans?” I asked.

“I am done, but Shelly hates the SUV. She says it’s a million times bigger on the outside and a million times smaller on the inside.”

“You don’t need room for strollers anymore. Or do you?” I emphasized the question.

David and Shelly said they were done having kids after number two came along. They had four kids. Now that all of them were in school, it wouldn’t surprise me if Shelly decided she wanted to have another baby around. I saw it all the time in my practice.

David let out a nervous chuckle. “God, no. I had that taken care of. You know, snip snip.”

I nodded. Having a vasectomy was the smart thing to do for David.

“The only extra kids we’re having are all on Bryce’s hockey team. Shelly needs room for all the kids plus extras and all the gear.

I slid out of the passenger seat and tried to open the side door.

“Hold up, I need to press one of these buttons.” David fumbled with the control panel I had been messing with earlier.

The door began making grinding sounds before it popped away from the body of the car and slid back.

I climbed into the back seat. “That’s potentially dangerous. How are the kids supposed to be able to get into the car if someone has to push a button like that?”

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