"How did you then?" I asked softly,She demurred, saying that she'd rather tell me face to face tomorrow,"I Gather that you're just sixteen Chris" Yes?... I bridled, "And what's your point?" There isn't one Chris, none at all" she said and I detected almost a sob in her voice, "Can we continue this conversation tomorrow please, you've no idea how tired I am, or how many miles I've travelled to find my daughters"I told the girls this and they listened in silence,"You mustn't judge her" I said and. He said, “Yes, I’ll need to spank you with that at some point, I’m sure.” That sent another surge through her frustrated pussy. She undid the button at the top, then unzipped his trousers. He was wearing yellow boxers, little penguins on them, which made her smile. “Go on, take it out. I already know you’re a little slut, no need to be shy.” God, why did it turn her on so much when he called her a slut? She slid her fingers into the top of his boxers, then pulled them down. His cock sprang out,. ’ Cien nodded, mute. Standing on shaky legs, he turned to Maggie. He could see the tear stains on her cheeks, but didn’t say a word. He knew she wanted to save Regan, that she would do anything she could for her, but there wasn’t anything she could do. He stepped inside the cottage and turned to Maggie. ‘Nay, I’ll wait out here, Cien. Ye two need your time together while ye have it.’ And she turned away walking further into the woods. Cien turned back to the cottage, closing the door behind. Mom had made stir fry chicken and noodles with cabbage and other vegetables. It was a simple meal for a Saturday. She sat it out in a bowl. Dad dished up a large helping, Mom a small one. I went in the middle.It was good.I sat across from her, those big breasts of hers swelling out her blouse. I just wanted to undo those buttons. She had the top few open. Was that more than it had been when we went shopping? I could just catch a hint of pink lace. And a bit of gray.Flashes of her tits cradled.