I did buy a magazine at the drugstore yesterday, maybe we can learn something from it,” I suggested. “By the way, I found a trap door from your r...om into the attic and there is one from my room as well, maybe the next time the Cop’s kid comes by we could look?” "Can I have the magazine after you finish?" she asked. “OK, but you learned quite a bit last week in room 207. It seems like you are ahead of me on that score." Christie just gave me a little smile and pushed the cleaning cart out. “I’m sorry, Brother John! I’m sorry!” He headed for the back of the van. Brother John followed.“You’re very late! Today of all days!”“I’m sorry. One of the cheating shopkeepers tried to short us a couple of boxes.” He waved a crumpled-up invoice as proof of what he was saying. “I wouldn’t let him.” He hoped that his defense of the Family from the heathen townspeople might buy him some grace for being late. He threw open the door. “It’s all here.”Brother John sighed without looking into the van.. Here I am, Daddy. I’m on my back with my little girl legs spread wide. Get on top of me and fuck me, please!”I placed my cockhead at the vestibule of her fuck hole and gently slid the instrument deeply into her. Her hymen had been ruptured some time ago from the abundant finger fucking the girl was allowed and encouraged to enjoy in her bath and in her bed at night. I was in the girl to the balls.“Ahhh,” she gasped. “I feel you all the way in, Daddy. It is so wonderful to have your fat cock in. There were lots and lots of loose photos. Hundreds. Woulda been a small fortune in film and development costs back in the day. Her with frizzy 80s hair, her with friends I didn’t recognize, sporting events, her during the college Grunge years - wearing combat boots and a flannel, etc.But one random photo out of this immense pile caught my eye. “Hello … what’s this?” I picked it up and showed it to my wife.“Oh shit! Gimme that!” And she made a lunge for it.I yanked it out of her reach and.