What did you do honey. Got your pussy done up surgically?”He then proceeded to fuck her with all his strength, with hard and rapid thrusts. Soon he ...new he could hold back no longer.He told her, “I am coming, baby, cumming. We are not using rubber. Should I take it out?”“No!”He felt her hands grab his ass and pull it to enable his cock to remain in her pussy.He began to shoot his load into her pussy."YES DAD!" she screamed, “LOVE YOU, DADDY!!!!!!!!!!”He came to his senses.“God is that you. After 2 more slaps and with Jenny’s arse getting redder, Doug felt a wetness spread over his lap as Jenny came.“Oh my God! You’ve wet yourself,” Doug said.With that he grabbed hold of her wrists and marched her out of the room and up the stairs, pushing her into the bathroom.“Little girls pee in the toilet, not on their Grandpa’s, now do it whilst I watch.”Doug hadn’t forgotten the horny sound of listening to his Granddaughter pee when she had stayed earlier and now he was determined to watch. The column had stopped two hours before sunset, to the relief of all. Shanna pitied those at the head, those who had left camp long before sunrise. They had not even been able to take their first rest until the last wagon had crossed the bridge, lest they hold up the entire evacuation and endanger those yet to cross. She also pitied those camped on the other side of the road, cut off from the river. They could cross, yes, and she was sure a few of the women she saw around her doing laundry,. The driver, John, and a lone passenger approached me on the road. They were scared; very scared. They realised that I was not a prop; that I was real flesh and bones.I felt the passenger’s heartache as she examined my body. In a crying voice, the off-duty paramedic passenger pronounced me ‘dead’. The very shy driver consoled her as best as he could. Her human touch released my ghost from the lifeless body. Now, I had the bus driver as my new master.John, the driver, waited behind the wheel for.