My wife had our daughter’s ankles held out to the side with our daughter’s knees touching the sheet under her armpits. That left her two holes wid... open and fully available to me.Of course I was also naked kneeling in front of her with the head of my cock resting on my daughter’s freshly shaved pussy slit.My wife said, “It’s about time that I caught you fucking around. From now on you will spread your legs for your father and then I can finally keep mine shut.”Melody said, “I’m sorry. It was my. I felt a sudden shear of anger. I wanted to reach through the photo and ring his neck. Nobody has seen or heard from him since that night, and the last time I saw him he had handcuffs on and was being escorted into a squad car, as I watched the action through the front window. Our eyes met before the police car sped away and I could have sworn I seen tears in his eyes. Were they from regret? I’ll never know. I ripped the photo to shreds as I felt tears well up in my own eyes. Some part of me. I’ll bring Jessica, too! I swear it! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I don’t care if you make me lick your wife’s twat, because I will!” Christy added a promise.“Well, Christy, we’ll talk again, but for now, it’s good to hear from you. And sorry being so hostile back then, but the anger and pain were still fresher back then, even if they were repressed more. It’s good to hear from you again, Christy. It really is. And no, I don’t think that you’re going to hell. I think that you’re living. ‘We could save a considerable sum if he went to Greta on a working holiday. We wouldn’t have to feed him.’ * * * * * * * * Now here it is in order to say something about Greta. She is my cousin and some five years older than me. When as children we played together her idea of children’s games was to beat me up. Of course she had the advantage of years, but then and now I’d back her against most men, especially me. There is a family rumour the veracity of which I cannot be sure, that says that.