I think I would of been scared the rest of my life if any of 'em wuz still alive. Thank you, my darlin', I needed ta see and do all that killin' fer m... own peace of mind!" Ain't no need ta thank me. I blame myself fer lettin' ya go without no escort. I shoulda been there." No, dear, I'm glad ya weren't there. They would of killed ya and taken me, anyway. Then I wouldn't of had nobody ta rescue me, an' I wouldn't of cared ifen they had." Well, JJ's OK, an' he's at the ranch waiting fer his. They’re addressed to me, and there are no other John Bartletts on board, but the letters are not really mine – I don’t know this girl.” Pop’s eyes twinkled. “That is a very romantic mystery. Can I take a peek?” John shrugged, and pulled out the packet of letters. Thumbing through them quickly, he retrieved the third letter…one of the least sexually explicit but most romantic examples. He watched his grandfather’s face as he read the letter, and was surprised to see the old man go completely. He was a skinhead who possessed muscly tattooed arms and slight beer gut. Not the type Dawn usually went for. But he was dominant. Ryan was better looking and younger, more athletic than the thuggish like Jake.There was danger in the air.Stealthily, I moved to the far side of the landing so I could see further into the living room. And it became apparent that Dawn seemed happy enough. Jake had opened a bottle prosecco and poured it into three glasses that Dawn had just brought from the kitchen.. With every swipe and circle of her nimble fingers, her slick mound made a slopping suction noise.I could see the muscles in her stomach contracting as her hips humped into her hand desperately. The swell of her formed tits jiggling with every movement, with every brush of her fingers. The sight of my daughter forced my hand to grab my aching cock and stroke as fast as I could. I wanted to come with her; I wanted to share that moment with my daughter.Her moans were beginning to turn into.