And the shooters ... was found mashed and mangled at the foot of the abandoned railroad bridge in the middle of the abandoned rail line, struck by an ...bandoned diesel switcher that had run into the car ... and occupants ... at midnight. The crossing where they were struck was nearly two miles from the bridge.There wasn't even a whiff of fumes in the fuel tank and this is the superstitious deep south.Where did all this come from? During the war, and after the war, America wasn't all that fussy. He didn't move, not an inch, as I reached between his legs and felt for his shaft. I was so familiar with this, his cock, his penis, his 'love muscle'. We always laughed at that last one and, as I felt it now, I knew it truly was a muscle. He was already rock hard and hot, throbbing slightly. I cupped my hands around his balls and squeezed gently, feeling him squirm just the littlest bit. I heard a soft moan and smiled to myself, knowing I'd hear more soon. I brought my mouth to his shaft and. ”“Me too. I was afraid you weren’t going to call me…”We kissed passionately, my hand caressing her cheek. Eventually, I lowered my hand to her breasts which, I’m pleased to note, didn’t disappear when she laid on her back. My fingers pressed into her firm yet yielding flesh. Mel moaned a little as I traced my fingers all over the sides of her breasts, the tops, underneath, but not the nipple. We continued kissing as I manually explored her breasts.“Mel,” I said, eventually breaking the kiss. “I. I'm your Daddy. And Daddies fuck Mommies, don't they?Huh?"My hand clawed at my pillow. Desperate for something. For air or wateror I dunno what. For his cock. For his fuck. His big black dickfucking my whole life up. My whole existance. Fuck my family, Daddy, mybrain whispered."Do you.. Do you gotta?" I whispered. Fearing the answer. Secretlywanting it."Yeah babe. Daddy's gotta fuck Mommy. I gotta beat that pussy up.Gotta split those fat ass cheeks. Gotta fuck her mouth. Daddy's.