Latha… you are very sexy and beautiful… will you marry me Latha and be my wife?” He asked me.“Whatever you want dad… I’m your daughter. I�...�ll do whatever you say…” I couldn’t think of marrying my dad as a serious thing and I never felt it wrong.The next moment, he slipped me ring on my finger and said, “You are my wife darling daughter… shall we have our first night now? Or let us say... our first day…?” he asked with a grin.“Oh daddy…after having sex with you yesterday…I’m dying to feel that. Sylvia spread her knees apart and raised her bum allowing me to see her beautiful pussy lips and her dark tight rosebud... Her slit looked very moist and she smiled, saying it was due to some excitement she had when we were talking about her itch…I leaned in and ran my tongue along the entire crack of her ass, from this tiny rosebud, to her glistening wet pussy lips. Sylvia moaned softly at the contact and it certainly was not sweat I was tasting. She said that she thought it was her asshole. He would spend the rest of his life in solitary, bound in a wheelchair and wearing a bag to collect his waste. Mandy really tried to feel some remorse for her assailant, but the best she could do was to think that he really got what he deserved.Jerry's trial came up shortly after Steve's. In fact, there never was a trial. Jerry pleaded guilty to assault in exchange for dropping the charge of murder of Olivia. The DA wasn't sure if he could make the murder charge stick, but it was a good. ”“Deal.”To steel myself for my Monday departure, the start of my search for Dixie Wexler, I stripped and made myself slump in front of Matt’s full-length bathroom mirror.Top to bottom ... a 50-year old woman, mouse-brown hair, streaked with gray. Life lines, deep life lines around my eyes. Deeper lines parenthesized my mouth. My faint laugh lines, once flattering, were now age-markers.Which went well with a missing upper canine and two half-chipped front teeth.My tan still looked healthy, but.