Hannah's father

There's somebody sleeping under the covers on the bed and you pull it back. It's Hannah's father.

"Nope. Not that ****," you say to yourself and quickly make your exit and go back to Hannah's room. Sitting on her bed, you hold her shirt to your nose with one hand, and wrap one of her worn panties around your cock as you masturbate. Her scent, combined with your memory of fucking her on all fours while she licked another woman's pussy, is enough to help get you off and soon you make a mess on Hannah's bed, cumming all over her sheets.

Down the corridor, you hear Hannah's father going down the stairs as you wipe your cock clean with his daughter's underwear.

"Well, that was dumb," you mutter and teleport back to the mansion to get ready for work.