After she'd assured Donna that it was no trouble and that there was plenty of food, we both sat down to eat."This is wonderful!" Donna Johnson told my...mother. "I didn't have anything since lunch in Chicago, and my stomach was grumbling about it by the time the bus got here, but I was expecting to have another two hours on the eastbound Greyhound before I could eat anything." I'm glad it hits the spot," Mom told her. "You know, this is the first time this has ever happened — Chuck's bringing. Prompting memories of the hardship it had taken to get the farm that now stretched before his eyes. His father and three older brothers had worked relentlessly using axes and mules to clear the sixty acres of all the pine tree stumps. The farm was completely surrounded by the magnificent pine trees. It was a perfect place to grow almost anything. Forty years ago, when he was five, his family had moved to the little valley called White River, from Leadville, Colorado. The family wanted to get. Nice. Sliding a finger into her wet little cunt, I was surprised at how moist she was. Slipping in two fingers now, she was groaning a little more that normal... I started sucking on her tit, this normally got her going, but tonight she was edging my head down toward her belly. This was my cue that she wanted me to lick her. She loved my tongue sliding into her wet little pussy, so being the gentleman I am, off I went. I sucked and licked, thinking how much she was really getting off on this. .." No! You didn't?!" Sorry. Oh I'm so sorry. At the time I didn't know..."My apologies were interrupted by Anita's laughter."Who haven't you fucked? Your own daughter! No wonder she doesn't like you! And you lied to me!" She suddenly looked very angry. "You lied to me!" I didn't know how I could tell you. I didn't know who she was at the time!"She looked at me for so long that I started to squirm."No. I guess you didn't. But, you should have told me." I never saw the two of you together." I.