He was a forty-eight year old bachelor who had always lived on his own. Woody was a carpenter and made a living making chairs, tables, and various oth...r furniture pieces people required. He was a rough looking individual, stood six feet tall and had a good physique for a man of his age. Woody had a somewhat dicey reputation in the village for being a bit of a pervert. This opinion was especially strong among the younger woman. He had never gotten physical with any of them, but the way he always. In fact, that was how we narrowed down Geste's location—by tracking his source of food and drinking water to his current living quarters.I had hope of finding him and capturing him alive for questioning. We still did not know who or what The Octopoid was, and we were very anxious to find the answer to that question. We also wanted to know where to find them, but that was number two on the priority list. We figured that we could answer that by simple deduction once we had the answer to the first. Al was at first concerned, because by French kissing his daughter, he was clearly implying a growing desire to fuck her. He knew she had said she would be OK with that as part of the competition. The way he was kissing her, and the way his cock felt now, he'd be willing to forget the competition just for the chance to experience her body in a way no father was ever supposed to think about. Still he wasn't sure how she would react.Stephanie's response was to counter her father's invasion by. Gorgeous,” she said, laughing and then kissed me again.By now the screaming from our nymphomaniac hostess had ceased and just then she came up to us, spunk from Jake still running out of her cunt and dripping down her legs. “Isn’t he wonderful, Julia, I saw you having a wonderful time sucking those amazing balls earlier and I knew I had to have him. And as for you, my amazing Cocksmith Chris, you have given Jane the fucking of her life, but I warn you, the genie is out of the bottle, she will.