We rolled toward the station to do our reports before we called it day. It had been a good night for us, there is never a domestic call where every bo...y goes away happy. This was a first for Bart and me. ‘Hey Bart, Did you hear the one about the three old ladies sitting on the park bench?’ ‘Yeah, and I don’t want to hear it again.’ The reports were filed and the new shift was in Role call. I told Bart I’d see him tonight. I made a couple of stops before I got home. Donna was sleeping as crept. Her mobile phone rang and Natalie glanced at it. It was Mike, but not daring to take the call she drove on, searching for a place to pull in so she could call him back. There were hardly any cars about and a shiver of fear ran through Natalie as she glanced at the surrounding scenery. Through the snow she could make out the fells and dry stone walls, with the occasional farmhouse here and there. A few miles further on she spotted an entrance to a farm gate and drove into it. Picking up her. I certainly didn't need my Mom overhearing this conversation."Well, what are we going to do?" I asked. "Obviously I'll do anything I can to help you. Let me rephrase that. Obviously, I'll do anything I can to help you stop using drugs. You're mom is a high school teacher. How does she not know?"Suzette shrugged."Just like with you," she said. "I think she might know but refuses to accept it."This was exactly what I needed. I knew it was selfish, but I couldn't help but feel betrayed again. I. Some pain was overshadowed by the pleasure he was giving me. 'Oh yes please, just fuck me hard,' I managed to say and he rode my pussy harder and faster. The sturdy bed held strong under his frenzied fucking. I was glad there was no head board or else our neighbours might have complained. My hot and horny daddy rode me like he had not fucked any pussy in ages. His deep fast stroked changed to slow shallow thrusts that made my cunt muscles squirm with the teasing pressure. His cock head opened.