Our mom Elizabeth home schooled us which was always the way Lucy and I had thought it was. Dad and mom never beat us, yelled at us as we grew up at ho...e. Lucy helped mom and I helped dad with the farm when mom was not teaching us something. We had television but hardly ever watched it. Everything we knew was what mom and dad had taught us both. Mom taught Lucy about doing the women chores around the farm. Dad taught me how to run the farm and he taught me how to shoot a pistol as well as a. It was then I felt the squishy gloop inside my shorts and closed my eyes in embarrassed disgust. Terrific. This was just great. My crotch was completely soaked and I could feel my thick creamy spend oozing around my wilting dick and empty ball sack. I slapped my forehead with the palm of my right hand wondering how I could have been so stupidly careless. You utter asshole, Peterson.Making a face, I carefully grabbed the front elastic of my boxers between finger and thumb and stretched it out so. I stole a quick look at her body, as she was wearing a low-cut, pink blouse, showing off her medium sized, but perfectly shaped breasts. I don’t know what it was about her, but she mesmerized me. And when she looked into my eyes and smiled back, I felt an immediate connection.“Daddy?” Jessica asked me, breaking from my trance. “This is Ashley Wingfield, she just moved in.”I immediately felt guilty. Ashley couldn’t have been more than 18 years old. She was my daughter’s age. I suppressed. Carl's combined PI and security business had done very well over the last decade, with Randy now a partner. Michelle's singing career had been successful enough that Randy could buy in to the business with Carl. Dex knew both of his hacker buddies lived quite well, and suspected that had little to do with their stated occupations. More, he did not want to know. They were good friends with whom he had swapped significant favors over the years, and he trusted them completely.Carl and Randy would.