She whispered, “She still won’t talk to me.”I folded up my papers and led the girls to my Subaru. Chris got in back.I got a little authoritative... “Chris, please sit in front. We need to talk.”“There’s nothing to talk about,” she stated flatly.“Please. Get. In. Front!” I was firmer and insistent. She reluctantly got out of the backseat and moved to the car’s passenger seat. She buckled in, and crossed her arms in front of her chest – a body language statement if ever there was one.Ashley got in. She was going to be living at the house with us, and there was no way we were going to hide our relationship at home. But within ten minutes of us pulling away from the lodge, there was no way she could avoid knowing about Meredith and I, as I had my mouth firmly locked on to one of my daughter's tits, and my cock buried to the hilt in her cunt. I'm glad Sophie didn't attract any cop's attention during the drive – it would've required a crow bar, or guns, to separate the two of us. By the time. “No, we’re not in love and we’re unlikely to be. Just being in lust will have to do.”“Maybe when you see an almost-fifty woman’s naked body, you’ll lose your lusty feelings,” she said.“I’ve already seen it. It’s remarkably beautiful — for a woman of any age.”That shocked her a bit. “You’ve seen me ... where?”“Out there,” I said, gesturing toward the rear of the house. “On the landing outside your kitchen window — between the gables.”On the roof outside the interior wall of Emily’s kitchen there. It's a bet, then?" Yeah, it's a bet." He gave her an evil grin and added, "Just put the gas can in my trunk. I'll be needing it soon enough." We'll just see about that, won't we?"Six weeks into the bet, Natalie breathed a sigh of relief as she shut off the sputtering car in front of the gas pump. It was the second such close call, with the first causing her to be late for work because she had to stop on the way in.No matter, she'd made it. If it hadn't been for her boss sending her on the lunch.