After his parents had gone to sleep that night, he went outside and took a saw from the garage. There was a huge tree in their backyard, and some of t...e branches hung over the pool. Every fall it was a pain cleaning the fallen leaves out so the pool could be used. Mitch figured if you couldn't swim in a pool with leaves, you certainly couldn't use one with a huge tree branch in it. Mitch sawed one of the tree limbs about halfway through, hoping its weight would cause it to fall into the pool by. ” I needed my wife to prove it. Maybe have her don Dusk’s cheer outfit like she always threatened. The older one before Dusk’s breasts grew to their current round size.I groaned and thrust harder into my daughter’s pussy.“You just thought of something naughty, Daddy,” she whispered. “Ooh, now you’re thrusting even harder.”“I did,” I panted. “Later! Your pussy’s too good!”She beamed at me.I kissed my sexy daughter. Her seventeen-year-old flesh welcomed me over and over. I rammed into her. “You look just perfect. Nobody knew – and some of the men in the lounge were eyeing you up.” I smiled. I thought I’d noticed that, too. Barry led me to the bed where we sat and sipped our drinks slightly awkwardly, neither knowing quite how to go from here. When we had been together before it had always been in the evenings and we had both been a little drunk. Now, sober and in the afternoon, it seemed different. If anything, I thought, Barry looked even more gorgeous in his suit trousers,. It still wasn’t real to me. ‘Do you like it?’ He reached over and grabbed the pot of coffee to top off his cup. ‘Sure.’ I held my mug out for more, too. ‘I mean, I don’t want to do it forever, but…’ I shrugged. ‘So what do you want to do?’ He poured more aromatic, deep, rich coffee goodness into my cup, and I licked my lips in anticipation. ‘I’m a writer.’ ‘Ah.’ He replaced the coffee pot, nodding. ‘Of course.’ ‘What does that mean?’ I eyed him over my mug, breathing in the scent. It was.