..cum and blood stains were everywhere! Just then my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but it was a Los Angeles number so I answered. "I... this Ms. O'Neil?" A man's deep voice asked. "Yes, this is Mrs. O'Neil who is this?" I corrected. "A friend," boomed the voice on the other end. "What do you want?" "Are you wondering what happened to you last night?" The man asked. "Who the fuck is this and how did you get my number?" I snapped. "I think you better start being a little. Helen was 49, married and wealthy. She wore a dressing gown over her somewhat plump body. In spite of her age she took care of her skin and short red hair, and had obviously been a very attractive women in her earlier years. Her marriage to Jim was a happy one and they shared many moments of bliss together. They were sexually very compatible and told each other many secrets and fantasies not often shared by married couples. One of her own very intimate and special secret fantasies was that she. Then she will be one of us, devoted to her parishioners by day, and to the delights of the flesh by night."I looked down at the girl. She seemed to be average in height, fair skinned, curly red-orange hair that topped her head and covered her pussy, freckles that covered her cheeks, throat and upper chest, and small, but full young breasts, tipped by large nipples. I could see anticipation and fear in her green eyes. Crouching down beside her, I gently told her who I was and that I was honored. With a sweet bald pussy and a small vibrator in her hand, She jumps up and rips the headset off in surprise and screams, “what are you doing in here dad!?” I told her, I came to get her car keys, since she didn’t answer when I called and the keys weren’t where they were supposed to be upstairs. She’s trying to cover herself in embarrassment. I told her, there is no need to cover up as I drop my towel, exposing my thick swollen cock to her. Her eyes get as big as saucers as she tries to slide.