Cheeks of tan.I needed a truck. I had my stainless but a 'vette motor isn't practical for a work truck. I was looking in one of Mike's Auto Trader's a...d found an ad:1967 Dodge PowerWagon. Short. Narrow. Farm truck. No rust. ATMT1520.'I responded to Auto Trader, charged five bucks to my card. They emailed pictures and a phone number, Havre, Montana. It looked like a farm truck. Short narrow box four by four. The photo of the speedometer showed 37 thousand miles, (Probably the second time. My pussy felt on such a display for my daddy. I wanted to cry out for him to eat me. I wanted to beg him to touch me so much. I was on fire. I wanted Daddy to do such naughty things to me.Incest was more than okay, I craved it. I wanted it so badly now. Ever since I learned I was staring in a movie with Daddy, I wanted him. I never knew that I was attracted to him, but now he was the sexiest man alive.And he stared at my pussy.“That slit,” he groaned. “Her mother doesn’t have a pussy that. I touched it with my hand and he licked my face, a doggy grin of thanks and I felt his dick some more. It was hot and slippery and he began humping my hand…wanking a dog I thought to myself…what is this all about?He sure liked wanking and I worked at him, humping my hand, licking my face. Then I stood up and went to my table to drink some more wine, washing my hand at the sink. My Pointer wasn’t done and he trotted over, head in my lap, his wet dick humping my calf, slipping back and. All mistakes are my own! This is a continuation, it will make more sense if you go back and read Heathrow: Chapter One. Jenna and Tom were introduced there. Tom poked his head out from behind Jenna. ‘Martin! You’re awake!’ ‘As I’ve been half the night, actually. You are aware that the wall you kept using for leverage is the same one that we both share?’ Jenna looked down at this. She knew they had been raucous, but it really hadn’t occurred to her what it would be like to have to listen it.