‘Hello.’ A brief pause. ‘Hi, how are you? I’m good, very good. Did you see it? How do I look? Do you like it? I know I am so happy with the wa... it turned out, I was worried it would be horrible, but they were very professional and got me looking my best.’ While Yasmin talks away on her phone, Lina continues to look through the magazine pictures of her sister. She has finally made it. Faris looks at the pictures and feels his heart sinking, how did it come to this? His beloved daughter, bright. Arriving at just after eleven o'clock, they would have coffee, followed by one of the local dishes, wine and further coffee. By one-thirty - even two sometimes - they would wander back to the car and drive home. Occasionally, Lauren would realise that she was undoubtedly over the legal limit for driving, but would remember Gustav's words of advice on her first day, and felt reassured to know she had twenty US Dollars tucked into her licence.Following one of these sessions, Lauren telephone. She had not had sex since the dad left and she was tight but wet. He then pushed the huge cock deep into her wet hole. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard and deep. She was so tight he could feel the sides of her pussy around his hard cock. He pushed his cock in and out fucking her hard and rough. He wanted to last as long as he could and stay in the warm, tight wet hole. It took a lot of will power but her was able to fuck her for several minutes before he filled her cunt with his. Her two meaty hands dived into the butchers’ apron, tied about her considerable girth. He would have gulped if he had been able to when she about-faced and squatted down on the ground to cut some of the long stalks down. Before they left, the crofter set about pushing back in the straw that had fallen to the ground, hitching up the listing kilt, and flicking some of the dried lumps of horseshit from the front of the pink monstrosity. Every week they came back, gathering more of the little.