She was alone, thank fucking god! But what the fuck was she saying? My daughter was having a sexual fantasy about her own father?Bailey continued. “...h yes daddy, don’t stop, keep fucking me like you do mommy. Oh my god, I’m such a bad little girl, punish me with your cock, fuck my little cunt, I won’t tell mommy I promise! Keep fucking me daddy, I’m going to cum so hard!”Through the door-crack I could see that my daughter was frantically rubbing her clit, and occasionally moving her fingers in. "How was it?" Excellent, but then it always is with your brother," Amber replied as if all she was talking about was a trip to the store.Tommy loved the situation. His mother was half-naked, baring her small breasts, and his sister, still with only her pyjama top. Chloe's smooth hairless pussy and tight ass cheeks flaunted for Tommy's eyes to admire.Over breakfast, they discussed the situation. Chloe reaffirmed her promise to Amber she wasn't going to say anything to anyone, including her. Where will it end? I remember when RedBalls were 75 cents. Jesse rang up the sale, gave me change from my 20 and we were out the door. I looked back through the glass ... he was already on the phone."Well, Ladies? Up hill? Down hill? Side hill? East? West? North? South? Decide." I want to stay where it's dry and grassy," suggested Jill. "I've been dealing with mud for days." I just want to stretch my legs," Julia complained, "I'd like to stretch something else, too. But I have a feeling it's. I was thinking of how to phrase the thank you email, when something clinked. Knotted in one of the scarves were earrings, tied in pairs with ribbon. Sweet. There was more. A suit bag lay on the floor behind the passenger seat. Inside was a school teacher costume—dark skirt, back buttoned blouse with a cheat zipper in the pleats, faux early 20th century shoes, also with zipper, wooden pointer stick, metal edged ruler, even a couple of grammar school texts. There was also a note. Siobhan, Please.