He pulled away and spun her around bending her over the desk, she had a lovely rounded arse and Roger was determined to fill his boots, he scooted his...chair forward holding her hips burying his head between the cheeks of her arse, he waisted no time in pulling her panties down and pushing her cheeks wide exposing her shaded hole and his tongue immediately got busy, “OH FUCK YESS!” she sighed, “Daddy like arse too” she continued as the old man started to tongue fuck his new found daughters arse. ” she started to protest but once again her dread of attracting attention came to his rescue and she subsided.Once he had collected their coffees, and toasted teacakes at his insistence, again somehow he had paid for them.“Now you really should let me pay what I owe you,” she said as they sat down.Ignoring this remark he declared, “Now we haven’t really been introduced, so here goes. I am David Ransome and I work in an office on the Honeybourne Trading Estate. I live in Stapleford in a house. So I scrapped the idea of a condo and focused solely on houses.Then lightning struck. A chance meeting with a friend at the local coffee shop opened some doors for me. Bill was working for a general contractor who owned a company that bought properties, renovated them and sold them. Bill had come upon a small 3-bedroom house that was for sale by the owners. His boss had evaluated it and thought that, although it didn't need many repairs, it wasn't something that he wanted to invest in. Bill. I moved closer and glanced at the sounds of men yelling orders while fighting a fire. I turned the crate and broke it open and shook my head, "wrong kind of ammo."I lifted one twenty five round box of ten gauge shotgun shells. I looked around and started searching and finally I found one shotgun that was not bent or broken. I loaded it and stuffed four full boxes of shells into my pockets. I stood and started moving, now I was armed. Of course a hundred meters away I walked right to a broken.