Still grinning at one another like the fools that they were the tickling soon gave way to gentle caresses, then impassioned kissing."So, tell me my ow... personal little fairy," Megan giggled at the mocking shocked look he gave her, and then giggled more as his penis brushed against her leg, since it was anything but small. "Do you have a fairy, or pixie, or whatever those little tarts are called, waiting for you at home?" and when she said it there was more than just a little bit of concern. ... at being face to face with this lovely Lady, taking in her perfume, which started things moving in my trousers, i am a sucker for nice perfumes, gets me every time, with Lesley sat a few feet away, moving her feet showing her calves, and what looked like an Anklet glinting away, that i hadnt noticed when i arrived, which always says something about the owner, to me, Ladies have to be pretty chilled and confident to wear one, Lesley was all of this plus more...... i could already feel her. He complied, getting a closer look at his daughter’s sexy teen breasts while she smiled up at him.Antoinette stood behind him, reached round and started rubbing his hard-on through his trunks. “You want to help Diane, don’t you, Mr. P?” She pressed her naked breasts into his back.“But...” he protested. Suddenly the sensations from his cock changed, stopping him in mid-sentence. Antoinette wasn’t rubbing him through his trunks any more – she was rubbing him, period. His trunks had disappeared. The three of them saw her off from the front doorstep. Jerry was unable to wave. His arms were round Emma and Zoë."Been bullying your big sister again?" Jerry smiled."No, Dad. Preaching to the converted." She pulled his head down and gave him a kiss. "We both love you."Emma looked on, her heart brimming with happiness.That night the letter writer struck again leaving a pile of straw on the front doorstep. The accompanying note read:STRAW BURNS. GET OUT BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.It was Jean Warner.