It wasn’t real short, but it wasn’t long enough and didn’t have much style. I went downstairs and Daddy was sitting in front of ...he tv eating. Getting up, he said “I almost forgot- here.“ He handed me a nice looking long brown wig- the same shade as my real hair. I put it on and said “How does it look?” “Real nice, it will do until your hair grows in more.” Saying that he reached around me and put a necklace on my neck. I looked at the pendant and it said Daddy’s Angel. “Oh. But knowing doesn’t make it any easier.’ ‘Well, maybe it can be more. Love can tolerate a little distance.’ ‘No. It’s not love. He’s just a nice guy.’ ‘Seems like love.’ I wipe away another tear and get my voice back to my boss tone. ‘I’m good Danielle. Thanks, but we both need to get back to work.’ ‘Okay. I’m just trying to help.’ She is getting whiney and pouty again. I let her get whiney and pouty. After she closes the door, I begin to not feel so well. That rock in my gut that seemed to. He thrust the rest of the way into my jam-jar, to the hilt, root to clit, balls to bottom, tip nudging womb; a deep, hard, tight, hot, throbbing, hairy, animal, happy connection. A union which was spiritual as well as physical, love bolstered by lust, lust emboldened by love. Sister-in-law and brother-in-law as one; again and again and again as the boy banged his beautiful kid cock into my cunt. "Yes, darling," I brought the phone back to my face, "You might say I'm giving your brother an extra. Orville did surprise everyone by announcing that he could build a missile / drone power plant using no more than a good Naval Medium Repair Vessel's workshops. And then proceeded to prove his point — at least theoretically; his research on the Adama Wartzillo or whatever had given him the idea of miniaturising the power plant of that prize "Tulip" had piggybacked. Morg ran the figures through his brain and then checked them on his PDA and conceded that Orville might just be onto something.And.