Inside was a Ziploc plastic bag containing what looked to Robert some blue clothes? He pulled the plastic bag from the envelope and realised that the ...arment inside was a cotton shirt.'Who would send me a shirt in a Ziploc bag?' Robert was puzzled. He looked inside the envelope again and noticed that there was a note also. He took it out and unfolded it to see a web site address written clearly in his wife's handwritings. The note was signed with her usual 'XOXO' and "PS. web site not work. You rip open the buttons on your jeans to free your straining, throbbing cock. You stroke it’s thick shaft as I spread my cheeks so hard that it stretches the pinkish brown skin on my asshole so wide-open you can almost see inside. You don’t even realize your mouth is hanging open as I tease you by sliding a finger in and out of my puckered hole. The red tip of my fingernail appearing and disappearing into it’s dark tunnel. I turn around on my hands and knees and your huge cock almost slaps me. John took the rope and tied it around her chest, under her C cup boobs, and looped it over a rafter in the garage, he lifted some of her weight off the sawhorse, but not much. He tied the rope that way and walked to her front. He put his soft warm hand on her pussy. He touched his fingers to her clit and rubbed it. She wiggled crushing her lips. Each time her pussy would quiver, so would John’s cock. John told her that she was no longer going to be considered his daughter, she would just be. Her body and mind separated. Her hand was doing all these amazing things to him but her mind had shut down. There was no thinking… there was only doing. She was in sensory overload. And, so was he!Her hand felt warmth, softness, smoothness, wetness, throbs, and other things she could not describe. Without removing her hand, he placed a pillow between his feet and helped her move between his legs and kneel in front of him. He placed her other hand with the first and showed her how to get.