"And then, without missing a beat, Trish switched right back to her high-pitched, little girl voice and said, "So come on, Daddy. Pet my little pussy....I know that you want to. And if you don't like using your fingers, you can always use your tongue, instead. It's okay with me." No. I think I'll use my fingers, thank you," Bill said, as he very tentatively placed his left hand on his daughter's bare pussy and started feeling out her clitoris, and her pussy lips. And naturally, he used his right. “Those are your last words, Grandfather? So be it. Die now, you hypocritical pig!” I shouted, just as Dad surprised us all by drawing a concealed Colt .45 and shooting Grandpa before I could smite him.In front of everyone, Dad then turned the gun on himself and blew out his own brains. It was a murder-suicide and I realized that Grandpa had raped him, too. I wondered how I was lucky enough to avoid this fate. In the meantime, I located both of their souls and snuffed them out entirely, ridding. " He points to a brick building from which several different flags fly. Compared to the splendor of the Santa Maria basilica rising across the canal, it appears almost plain at first."The Palazzo Pisani Gritti. This is where the Doge of Venice lived in the 16th century. It was turned into a hotel over a hundred years ago. Don't be fooled by the exterior," Robert adds. "Wait till you see the rest." Oh, the arched windows are gorgeous. Imagine standing out on one of those balconies in the. Come... ming...!" I gasped as I drove deeply into my wife andfelt the pulses of climax shake my very being.I collapsed on top of Jeannie, and felt her wonderful C-cup breastsmash against my budding A-cups. I rolled to the side, pulling her withme, maintaining the intimate contact between our boobs, staying burieddeep within her. As we both struggled to regulate our breathing andracing pulses, I reflected on how we got here.Jeannie and I met and fell in love in college, while I pursued a.