The mad mechanic, who built my trike would be my first field trip, just as soon as it arrived, I needed the pressure valve on top removed. That needed...to be replaced with something to condense the vapor from the boiling mash. I decided that I would call it my canning mixture.Sam was definitely cool and not friendly at all, but he was pleasant enough. I continued to check out the things I would need to substitute for things no longer available. Well they might be, if I were living on a Virginia. And Susan being whisked away only added to my feelings. Unassisted there was absolutely zero chance I could trace her. She'd have yet another new name, another new life, she'd be far, far away, and Brodine and his people sure weren't going to give me diddly to help me.When I started talking along those lines, though, Susan cut me off quick. "Larry, stop it right now," she said testily. "You know I won't let that happen. In time they'll bring me out of that coma and I'll wake up, and the first. "Come on, baby girl," he murmured against her damp hair. "You know what Daddy wants."He pressed his free hand against her lower abdomen just above her pubic bone. Heather grew rigid as she strained toward the next peak of the intense orgasm that continued to rock her petite, young body. Mack could feel the hard bundle of nerves in the upper wall of his daughter's drenched pussy beneath his fingertips and he stroked it firmly.Heather lifted her ass off his lap and cried out as her cunt clenched. This was going to be our second weekend; I had never entered Amy's house, the girls always came out with their weekend packs on Friday afternoon. Then I would take them home on Sunday evening. They were happy when they were with us and we never talked about Amy with them.Next was the start of our two week summer holiday. I went by the three seats state Ford Focus station wagon on Friday afternoon to bring the girls and two weeks luggage. When I stopped at Amy's house Amy, Carol and Zoë came out.