Scary dark and wet like a wild animal that had just eaten a rare piece of meat. This odd combination of dress, which would have looked unnatural on an...one else, had the opposite effect on her. So she wasn't surprised that the first car that stopped held a man. An older farmer style man to be exact."Where ya going?" the old man yelled gruffly through an open window."Anywhere," she softly muttered. Pulling the bundle in her arms tighter to her chest. "Anywhere but here."She walked up to the rusty. She took a few deep breaths, arching her back. Darius couldn’t resist cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple. She sighed. ‘Yes….’ Isabelle’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her pussy walls tightening on Darius’ pistoning cock. She bit her lip, and wrapped her long legs around him, as he pounded her into the wall. ‘Yes yes yes yes yes…’ Darius felt like he might explode. She was so fucking hot, her perfect face the pinnacle of submissive beauty. Isabelle locked eyes with him and. Add to that, Uncle Harry was a bleeding workaholic. Hold on, a correction there. He was under the impression I was a bleeding workaholic. He always had little jobs laid on for the weekends. ‘You missed a day’s work during the week to go to college, you can make it up on the weekends, boy.’ So my planned monthly weekend trips home soon became bi-monthly then tri-monthly. You get the idea, I got home three times the first year, and besides Christmas once the second year. By the end of the third. You can come in," I said, laughing. "It's safe."She walked in, laughing, "What you watching?" A baseball game," I answered, absently, as I stared at my daughter. Heather had put on a black lace teddy and heels before coming into my room. The sheer material provided absolutely no discretion for my daughter's incredible breasts. Her nipples poked out in proud display, demanding my full attention."My God, Honey," I whispered."Not on TV. What are you watching on there?" Heather asked, pointing to.