Jake opened his car door and stepped out onto the highway. He walked confidently over the broken car Hey buddy need a hand? It was then that he caught...a glimpse of her. She was tall, about 58, athletic. Her magnificent tits hung perfectly firm from her chest as she bent over her engine, cleavage peeking out from the top of her blouse and her quarter-sleeve tattoo peered out from under her left sleeve. She must like pain. He thought to himself. Clearly she was a businesswoman. Her blouse was. Holidays, funerals and the like. Maybe once a year at best. While we do spend at least a half an hour online each or every other day, we have never used tangible correspondence at all. So when I opened the letter I was very surprised to find a very short note and a very expensive plane ticket. "Dear Ziggy, It would please me greatly if you were to come up for a while and spend some time with Scott and I. We have just bought a new house that has a spare room, Spartan such as it is. Scott. She hadn't known she could cum that much. In fact, she felt her pussy warming up and tingling in anticipation. She slipped he hand down his chest and stomach. It contacted his REM sleep hard on. His breathing changed when her hand gently closed on his shaft. She slowly threw one thigh over his waist and held there for a minute. As carefully as possible Susan slithered up on top of her father. He made some grumbly noise and half asleep his arms went around her slender waist. She had him, and now. He left his bag in the hallway and went for a poach about his new home for the next fortnight. He had memories of being here as a c***d, but, it was a long time ago, and then, he was more interested in Aunty Joyce's party games, than games of a different nature. He vaguely remembered the layout of the house, but just to refresh his memory he did the grand tour, guided my himself. It was a three bed semi with a small conservatory, large enclosed private rear garden and a separate dining room..