" Why can't you get them to talk?" Harry asked."Since we are on U.S. soil and these are U.S. citizens I can't use all the methods of persuasion that I...know." Why?" Harry asked."Because there are laws about it and I do not want to be arrested, tried, and sentenced to prison." So then the question is..." I was stopped in midsentence."We have issues now of timing and disposal." Timing and disposal?" Mam asked."Yes, since we took them they are going to be missed. The question is what do we do with. “Dad?”“Yes sweetie.”“Is fucking nice,” and again Stacy asked me in all innocence, as if asking if chocolate ice-cream is nice.Silence again for a few minutes, and I continued my slow fondling of Stacy’s pussy through her cotton panties.“Dad?”“Yes.”“Can we fuck?”I had waited so long for my little daughter to ask me this.“Of course, if you want to.” I wanted to play it cool. It had to be at her pace.“Kusum says it hurts,” Swati looked up at me, and as she did she pulled the crotch of her panties. .. of course he does. He's freaking drunk. "Bubby, let's get you to bed," I say softly, trying to move. But he only presses me against the wall harder. I can feel his hand move around to the front of my shorts. He forces his hand down into my panties. I gasp, having missed his touch. Been a rough twenty-four hours, to be honest. "Oh!" You like that, don't you, Joy? You like it when Bubby touches you, don't you?" Gabe is surprisingly coherent at the moment, but that often fades in and out. I've. When his fabric touched anything it can taste it. Right now it's body was all over hers, on hand grabbing her right breast, it's other mawing her ass, it's body pressed up against hers thrusting repeatedly. It's teeth on her neck as a black tongue came out and licked the cuts from her neck. Everything about her tasted so good.She moaned out loud, nearly crying her next orgasm and she gushed out on his penish again. Her juices leaked down it's dick onto the fabrics and became dry almost.