Finally, Polly reached down, grabbed my pecker, slipped a rubber on it, and guided it to her wet and hairy pussy. Aunt Polly was conservative in this ...ay it seemed. I didn't care. Pussy was pussy. I slid into her greasy crevice and it sucked my cock in enthusiastically. I began fucking slowly, relishing the feeling of wetness and slick slimy pussy juice. God, I loved fucking. Especially pretty women of a certain age. They were special. She rolled herself up on top of me and began fucking me. "Well, I think you have bad taste in men then haha. Anyway, I've got to go. I'll see you on Saturday." See ya."I hang up, feeling guilty. I could have easily spoken to her for hours, and it unsettles me on how well we get along. I don't like the idea of her getting too attached, knowing Liam could quickly change his whims and decide to end the arrangement.I go for an hour jog around the woods then go back home to do another hour of weights. Usually, I work out with Liam, but there is still no. I told her the diagnosis and she let out a long sigh.“That bad?” I asked.“I won’t give you odds; I don’t know enough to do that, but it’s bad. You have to be prepared for the worst.”“I know,” I sighed. “I got that idea from Jason’s tone of voice and the way he spoke to me.”“How are you otherwise?”“Impatient to see you. Both Kara and I wish you were coming up tonight instead of tomorrow.”“I’m beat; I usually am on Fridays and we have the whole Thanksgiving week, so I think you two can handle one. 'Just wait, honey. Wait until you feel Daddy's cock split you apart,' I think.I grunt and press the bulbous head of my huge cock against my daughter's tiny pink asshole. I push into the painfully small opening, feeling that familiar pop as I slowly move past her tight little anal ring, and then, after a bit of coaxing, the entire length of my big dick is buried up my sweet daughter's ass. She's squeaking and yelping loudly enough for the whole bookstore to hear, but I don't care. Her words are.