"I fucked you"

I reply, feeling that my face is making a contented smirk hearing my own great sense of humour.

Millie just looks at me, getting even more angry, and then I say:

"That's right. You did not notice that I just fucked you?"

I can see that Millie is getting increasingly agitated, but she does not say anything, instead she just storms down the hallway and slams the door to her room behind her.

I stand around in the kitchen for a while, not sure what to do, but I am enjoying looking at the kitchen table where not very long ago I had Millie bent over and was fucking her doggy style.

A minute or two passes, then I hear Millie scream from her room:

"What do you mean it was my fault?!"

My heart jumps, and I think to myself that this is not good, she must be on the phone with my dad, so I strain my ear to try to listen in, but it is not necessary as Millie is shouting:

"So you are saying I teased your 18 year old son, so therefore it was okay for him to bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me?!"

A few seconds pass, then she screams:

"So basically because of his hormones you are saying I should keep my 'big titd' hidden away or he will end up fucking me?!"

The conversation then gets more muted, then I hear Millie scream:

"Whatever, he is 18 years old, so can take care of himself for a day or two. I am driving back home tonight!"

I sneak out through the patio door, then from the inside I hear Millie storming through the house, slamming the front door shut, then her car starting and speeding off."