There is no strife between any of us, and he's the reason. I can't go into detail about that now, and only us wives and a few others know the whole st...ry, but the 'bitch' needs to stop. You have my husband wrong. It's time for you to open your mind and get over this attitude of his taking your daughter's childhood away from her, and your daughter away from you."The dishes were cleared away and the story went on well into the afternoon.Dave had plowed out, sanded and salted the inclines on the. ”A wave of embarrassment coursed through me. Daddy had heard me fingering myself earlier and the sounds I was making had lured him into my bedroom. It was both arousing and embarrassing to know. And I also knew that he was hard, something I more than likely caused to happen. His depraved line of questioning coupled with the way he was lingering in my bed, sniffing my arousal, talking about my pussy, were cluing me in on how much my daddy wanted me.I wondered if he felt at least a little bit. “That was great Adam, thank you”, she said warmly, “now I want to take care of you again.”It was only 1pm and this was already going to be my third blow job of the day, but I wasn’t complaining. She sat up on my bed and motioned for me to stand up. I did. I was wearing basketball shorts, she hooked her fingers over the elastic waist band of both my shorts and boxers, and pulled them both down to my knees. My cock sprang up and pointed as her face. I was already rock hard from eating my mom’s. About half way through making love to her I stopped kissing her. I rose up on my arms and looked down at her beautiful, angelic face. Her long, natural blonde hair is splayed out around her head on the pillow in a half circle. It looks almost like a halo!I smiled down at her and said, “I love you, Ashley. I’m sorry I squandered so many years. I’m going to make it up to you.”She smiled back and said, “Oh baby, you already are! I always knew you were cute. I had no idea you could fuck!”I didn’t.