I thought I was going to break the straps, until she lifted one shoulder, and the strap on the other side slid off. I took a better grip of her shirt,...and pulled to expose her left breast. She had some subtle tan lines, and amazing pink nipples. Still hard as ever. Now her shirt was wrapped around her waist, tits fully exposed. All I could do was stare. They were perfect in every sense of the word. She reached out for my hand again, and placed it on one of her boobs. She made me meet her eye. She looked at my abandoned coffee.“It’s unlike you to leave the holy nectar,” she said.“Holy nectar?” I queried.“It’s what Cal calls it when she refers to your drinking habits.”“How is she?” I asked.“They sedated her, and they’re calling in a psychologist to talk to her and see if he can get some of the real memories back, and maybe get her thinking straight. In a way it’s a blessing that she doesn’t remember, the little we saw of that video before your Dad switched it off was pretty. " she squealed as I pulled her on top of me and fumbled in my shorts. "You're bloody mad, you fool."Then she sank down onto my rigid cock and fell forwards as the rain ran like a river over her back, I felt the mud oozing into the legs of my shorts as I heaved myself up into another quagmire that was her cunt."You're crazy," but the already familiar excitement belied her protests. "Absolutely, beautifully fucking crazy."Gripping my shoulders, she rolled us over and laughed madly as she felt the. Back at the house, dad sat me down and started telling me all about business, business in general and our businesses in particular. I goat an hour on the fast food business, two hours on the car business and another two hours on banks and the other various business. I was shocked when he got done telling me what the family owned. I knew we were well off but I was stunned at how really well off we were. I never did find out if dad was a crook, had know a lot of crooks or what? An awful lot of.