”“I’m teasing you. I seem to recall there’s a party at Forêt Dore this weekend. I’m sure Hanover would be pleased to meet his English relat...ves. Like most Americans he’s fascinated with his roots.”“Do you really think it’s possible?”“Yes, Eleanor, it’s a cinch. Don’t worry; when I explain to him you’re an ardent fan, he’ll jump at the chance. He adores an audience, in particular a female one.”Patricia Rockwell lowered the journal to her lap and released a long yawn.“Any ideas yet?” asked. My God ... he thought ... I’m fucking my own daughter!“Baby girl ... honey ... sweetie ... oh, fuck ... oh, God!” Bernard groaned as he felt his daughter’s hips moving so beautifully to take more of him inside her.He felt even more intense arousal once Monica put his hands on her ass where they belonged, as far as she was concerned. He could feel the smoothness, the sleekness, the coolness, and the softness of her sweet, thick booty now. It was amazing, truly incredible, an absolutely erotic. Zach looked down at his slut, not stopping or slowing down with the throat fucking, he bent a little to look at Tristans throat and saw the outline of his cock sliding in and out with every thrust. This only made him fuck even harder. Oh fuck yeah! I shouldve done this earler, bitch! Zach was really horny so he started to feel his orgasm coming soon, and thought about where he wanted to plant him seed. He felt his balls tighten, and heard Tristan starting to scream in muffled sounds. Oh, yeah. She'd left Matthew to stew for a bit as she wanted to put a little pressure on him. Jill had adopted the habit of doing paperwork as she went along rather than leaving it until the end as Shane did. Her concentration was broken by her phone ringing "Inspector Jill Spencer," she answered."Hi. This is Dr Gates at Adelaide General. You NEED to get up here as soon as you can." Is it about the woman claiming to be Dr Bexley?" Jill asked."Yeah. She's not dead if that's what you were going to.