I can't believe this trip went by so fast. I've only fucked your dad two dozen times, and it's already time for us to go home.
You know what, why don't we offer to let your dad come stay with us? I know the apartment back home is small, but you could sleep in the car instead.
That's right, I just don't think I'm ready to let such a huge cock out of my life again. It's been so nice having someone to fuck me right, and if it's letting you reconnect with your dad, then it's good, right?
By the way, your dad wanted me to tell you that he's proud of you. He said that you've never done a single worthwhile thing in your life, but that this trip has shown him that you are good for something after all. He says that between the amazing head and pussy I've given him and all the free labor you've provided in the boiler room, he is starting to re-think his decision to take you off his insurance.
Oh, you didn't know about that? Well, it's about time you grew up anyway. And so what if you can't afford the pills. If that's how God wants you to go, then who are you to fight it?
So why don't you go back and pack up all your dad's and my things and put them into the car? I'll probably need a couple hours to drain your dad's balls before the long drive, so it's really no rush.