I pulled out the second report: the one that generated the DNA profiles from Sample 2 and Sample 3. The results were positive for Sample 2 and negativ... for Sample 3. Sample two was a genetic match for Penny. I knew without looking what the key was. Sample two was Harry Palmer. Harry Palmer was Penny's biological father.I slid the reports and graphs back into the envelope and locked it back in my desk drawer. I now had my answer and I had no idea how I felt. I had to think about this and I. He wound up by taking a close up of my face while I smiled brightly for him. As apprehensive as I was when I arrived, that's how excited I was now. And not only was he taking pictures but he planned on a video as well. “Would you care to follow me back to my house?” “Sure. I mean, I wouldn't want to leave my car sitting here. Heaven only knows how long I'll be gone,” I giggled. “Baby, I'm gonna fuck you nine ways to Sunday,” he laughed and walked me to my car. “Just remember, I'm a virgin.”. From her yelling at me you would have thought I had stolen her virginity! And all I had seen was a couple of modest-size and rather floppy tits.Anyway, I pushed Pam over a bit and sat down next to her. As she scooted over, she folded her legs, and gave Mark a great look at her swimsuit-covered crotch. Although it was a one-piece swimsuit, it was typical Pam: high cut legs, low-cut front, and lots of skin showing. And I could tell Mark appreciated the sight, as his cock appeared to start to get. It had been a hard day, not because of the work load, but because it was the anniversary. It had been on this day four years ago that Jerry her husband had been killed in a glider accident. Another vet who was a glider enthusiast had taken Jerry up with him, ‘It’s as safe as houses…safer than an international airliner,’ Jerry had assured her. Some houses were obviously safer than others because a clump of trees, a sudden change in wind direction and pilot misjudgement had ended Jerry’s life..