The gun discharged into the ceiling and the two men struggled for a bit. Then from behind him someone else smacked him in the head with something hard...and blunt and like a light switch John Morton was out and he lost consciousness and fell to the floor.*****The Morton family had and have always been well respected in the town of Butler, Alabama for going on almost 25 years now. John has a nice veterinarian practice which focuses mostly on horses, but his wife Helen is the real big shot in the. I got to work and dived in to my office and got straight down to some paperwork, somehow, I managed to avoid everyone. Within minutes the phone rang, the number came up as Lena's. I turned off the ringer and didn't answer it. I knew that I couldn't keep dodging her phone calls and immediately an e-mail from her appeared in my inbox. It said 'we have to talk' I didn't fancy being told that I was being passed over for a younger, slimmer, more beautiful lover. I left the office and headed for the. Nina was carrying a shaker of martinis and two glasses. Clay gratefully accepted one from her and kissed his wife full on the lips. He could smell the alcohol on her breath and he knew that she had quite a headstart on him."Just what the doctor ordered," he said looking over her trim figure. She was clad in a pair of french cut beige gabardine pants and a pure silk beige silk shirt tied under her breasts and left unbuttoned sufficiently to reveal the cleavage fully exposed and the upper. Willow shook her head and rocked her hips rubbing her butt against her father’s arousal “Uh, uh, daddy, god daddy” she whispered. She never in her life felt as hot as she did just then, not even when she was abed with a fever. She needed to strip, to shed her clothes, to try to cool off. Willow turned in her father’s arms put hers around his neck and clung to him, her breasts flattened against his chest, his hands on the swell of her butt pulled her tighter to him. She rocked her hips and felt.