Fortunately I made it home OK to find the kids in bed and Val almost as drunk as I. There wasn't much conversation but within minutes we were in bed a...d it was the best fuck we've had (without Irene watching) for a long time. Her cunt isn't as tight or as muscular as Irene's but Hell, she's had two babies through the passage.It has been years since we slept so close. Whenever I woke up I hugged her and I think it produced dividends because she clung to ma all night long. I just don't know what. I assumed that this was just the beginning of their day together,so I quietly went down the stairs and headed for a coffee shop nearby.This occupied an hour or more of my time and I returned to the house.Things were still quiet downstairs so I ascended to my usually hideaway.Things apparently picked up once more. Moans announced their continuedlovemaking. I peeked to see my father kneeling on the side of the bed,facing me, Bernie behind him with his big 10 inch cock inserted deep intomy. Even though it was illegal to do, with a careful eye cast over my shoulder, I’d routinely go through her mail to see, if there was some new information that I could use to find her. I didn’t discover where she went, but I discovered why she behaved, as she did, so dangerously promiscuous, when there was a letter from her husband’s sister in the mailbox. Her sister-in-law? Wow! I didn’t know she was married. Holy shit. Even though it was against the law, in the name of finding Kathleen, I. ”“Yeah, sure, are we gettin’ outta ‘ere yet?” Enna asked, “Ain’t you tired of bleedin’?”To be honest, I had totally forgotten about my arm, despite having been cut nearly to the bone ... another convenience of my Heaven, I suppose.We heading back downstairs after one last sweep of the top floor- there was nothing else that seemed to be valuable that wouldn’t be too awkward or heavy to carry. I did grab a sheet from a linen closet, though, and when we reached the main floor, I conscientiously.