He moved her arm away. “Not tonight. Tonight’s for you. Tomorrow’s for me ... Well, for us.” Evening love was fine; sometimes it was grand. Bu... morning love was even better, somehow. It wasn’t just that Sylvia was better rested, not even that he was.Anyway, she accepted the situation. She relaxed back down, then she tensed further. He thrust one finger, then two, into her vulva. He stroked directly against her g-spot. When she came around his finger, he sucked hard on her nipple.He kept. .. was it just her imagination? Or was it something else.? She was helpless and unable to move when she felt something furry brush the inside of her calf! This was followed by what felt like a tiny wet and warm raspy tongue start to lick her inner thigh!...OMG! What was doing this?..... Apparently it was some sort of small animal?, a rodent? Oh gawd! What could it be, a rat?, she was now terrified at the thought, and was trying to lay there there and not move a muscle and be as still as. I thought more about daddy. His smile, his touch, the way he laughed, the way he looked at me. Everything about him sent vibrations though my body and left every inch of me standing on end. I found my hand slipping down my stomach and falling between my legs, slowly massaging away at my clit. Rubbing it in small circular motions, my breathing rising. “Mind if I join you?” A voice startled me back to reality. I looked up to find my father standing above me, wearing nothing more than a robe.. Because my sister and her husband lived and owned their own business in Seattle, Washington and because my brother and his family lived and worked in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, the job of running the day-to-day business of the ranch fell upon my shoulders. I knew very well how it worked. Hell, I’d grown up there, and it was ingrained deep in my blood from the time before I took my first steps or spoke my first words. If my father could take 50 acres and turn it into 750 acres inside of twenty.