I'm certain that the man that was killed by the cab was your father, he and I raised you Amy Tolliver." Go back a minute, Margaret," I said. "You said...that Tolliver was Amy's father, but couldn't have Kevin been her father just as easily?" Now that you say that, I guess it's ... possible. I don't think it's likely," she answered.Amy got up and walked around to hug her mother. "Michael, if she says Tolliver was my father ... that's good enough for me. Kevin cares for both of us. Mom, can we. Handsome Dicky Bogue commanded the unit and I was liaison officer between the brigade and the Swedish High Command.”“I didn’t know you spoke Swedish.”“I don’t, but I do speak French. They all spoke French at Swedish Headquarters, not surprisingly as Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte, their commander, was a former French Marshal. He used to be as thick as thieves with Boney but now he was sending British rockets to blow his erstwhile comrades to hell and back, which we did.”I turned to Wilhelm. “Did you. ” I put my hand on the back of her head and guided her lips down around my cock. She took the hint, and sucked hard on my cock as I pushed her head down. Her cheeks puckered in as she sucked, bobbing her head up and down. “Fuck that’s good” I moaned and leaned my chair back, looking down as my sister sucked my cock like a slut. I ran my fingered through her hair and held her as her head bounced up and down in my lap. “All the way. Take it deep.” She managed to wink at me before pushing. I put my hands on his head and pushed into him and saw him lean back and smile before diving back in for my dick. I could feel that I was going to cum but I wanted this to last longer so I pulled my dick out of his mouth and leaned back. He stood up and placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around where I was facing the wall. I felt his warm breath down my back as he lowered himself again. He slid my legs wider apart and I felt small bites on my back and on my ass. I felt him.