She thought of what he had said and briefly considered beating on the weathered door in anger, but rather, she shrugged her shoulders and walked back ...nto the morning sun fumbling in her purse for another piece of chewing gum. She stopped briefly at his mailbox and took note of the name scrawled there in weatherworn letters - Landers. She sneered something incoherent under her breath and turned towards the next house.Harry Landers had always been proud of his years in the shipyard. The long. Since Father was fucking me.But Dick ... I don’t mean your father ... I mean Richard; my father.It was him I screamed at.”I gaped at her, “Your own Father?”“And I must tell you now Dick; He was your father also.I was still gaping!You see your dad wasn’t your natural father. You were sired by Richard; when I was seventeen.”She paused to give it a chance to sink in.“You mean ... your father ... Richard, made me?”“Yes Dick. My own father got me pregnant when I was seventeen; when I had already met. This may be the only one inexistence that doesn't have it."I let that all settle in. If we called the cops Collette likelywouldn't go to jail, but her life would be a legal nightmare. If wordgot out that it was even possible to build a cocoon without therestrictions there could be a panic."That's not all," Collette added. I gave her the "you must be kidding"look."It's also the only cocoon that can mess with your mind and free will.My husband was looking for ways to cure mental illness when he. Each guy would fuck her twice a week. And then of course there were evenings after the guys got off work - and holidays and days when for one reason or another they didn't have to go in or got off early.It was still hot in the carriage house and perspiration glistened on my wife's body. William had cum in her twice that day and I knew he was intent on at least one more fuck - I could see his stiff cock twitching where it was trapped down the leg of his shorts.I suggested he and I clean up the.