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TLDR; my Dad saw me finish off my boyfriend by giving him head in his car and spilling his ♥♥♥ all over myself.
This is when it all went downhill.
I would like to stay anonymous, without giving too much away, I will just add that the airport I had arrived in that day is in a city that my father works in three days a week. I had forgotten this fact and that he comes home on Thursday evenings. The thought hadn't even occurred to me to ask him for a lift home as my boyfriend had my return planned since he heard about the trip. I never thought what happened was even remotely possible.