" Very well. But Elizabeth Roussel had two sisters, did she not?" Yes." Ermeline Roussel, the elder, went abroad and was not heard of again. The other... the younger..." The other was called Armande Roussel. She was my mother." Eh? What do you say?" I said my mother's maiden name was Armande Roussel, and I married my cousin, the son of Elizabeth Roussel."The statement had the effect of a thunderclap. So, upon the death of Hippolyte Fauville and his son Edmond, the direct descendants of the eldest. Angel was a beautiful young lady, now twenty years old. She attended college nearby while living at home with me.I must admit, being only 36 years old with a 20 year old daughter had it's difficulties. We were so close in age that some of her friends were only a few years younger then me, and she had some great looking friends.Enough time had gone by since her mother's passing that Angel was even trying to set me up on dates. Sometimes her girlfriends would even flirt with me, but I never. I moved on my way to have a round in drawing room and passage. While I passed by my dad’s bedroom I saw dad lying on his bed all naked with his soft 9 inches dick dangling between his legs. He got flabbergasted and pulled the bed sheet covering his manhood unsuccessfully. “Oh I am sorry honey I forget to shut the door as I was heavily drunken yester night. Then he watched at my naked body amazingly. I laughed and said “I am too having hangover and forget to put anything on my body.” But at the. My juices were already flowing at the thought of his giant cock pleasuring me once again. He pulled at my blouse and a few buttons popped off. His lips plunged between my breasts as he fumbled for my bra strap. My hands eagerly helped him and soon my heaving breasts were released. His lips surrounded my nipples one at a time as he gently sucked them in and out of his mouth.My hands ran across his chest as I slid his shirt up over his head. His body was firm and toned. My fingers traced lines.