A small, if Pyrrhic, victory.Melinda collapsed onto the bed. Richie sprawled out in a chair, panting and covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. "Oh ...an..." he murmured."That's the third time you've said that," Melinda said without moving or opening her eyes. "Say something else." Oh fuck..." Yeah, so much better, thanks."Richie smirked. "Shit, you're a whiner even after being fucked."Melinda lifted her head. "I'm trying to reach Heather. It was like I was in her head for a minute and then got. Despite her constant swimming, she was getting really cold.She could barely raise an exhausted arm up so that Jonathan could haul her tired tail end aboard. She lay with her head and legs supported by two wooden seats while water pooled around her butt in the bottom of the boat for several minutes while Jonathan rested, sitting more properly upright on the center seat.Gazing up into the brilliantly lit night sky once again, she suddenly realized how lost she felt. She was almost eighty years. “Why, did Jerry say something to you?” Paige added her agreement. She got out of her chair to sit on the couch next to Barbara. Paige moved over to Barbara’s other side, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, to give her a quick hug.“No, nothing like that,” admitted the weeping woman.“Then what?” asked Paige.Barbara shrugged and grabbed at the tissue Georgia had proffered. “It’s just, well, I mean, Jerry, we never, I mean...” She blew her nose into the tissue and started crying again.Georgia. "Shhh," I whispered. My hands slowly rubbed her inner thigh, they were so soft and smooth. Finally my hands got under her skirt."Dad, what are you doing?"Using my right hand, I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. Kelly gasped as she took a glance at the sex scene. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down so I could see it, then I slowly inserted my middle finger into her pussy. She tried to stand up, but I used my right hand to hold her arms tight. This was perfect."Daddy, this is wrong!.