A word of warning: despite the strong sexual content of this story and nudity throughout, nothing directly sexual happens between father and daughter....I’ve started warning readers beforehand when a story ends abruptly without the expected explicit sex scene. That usually results in angry readers and low scores.Anyway, it was Saturday, July 21, 2018, at 11:15 pm. Garrett was headed home on Kentucky 303 in his Dodge Ram, a Heineken nested between his thighs. He brooded on his daughter Alyssa,. The condition – no clothes. Only an apron around her front. She looked really yummy this way. My hand never left her a second and we were like sixteen year olds. Appreciating her need for roughness I tried out a variety of things into her cunt. She kept her ass jutting backwards so that her cunt was spread out like a cows. A variety of spoons, some knife handles, some bottles and finally a cucumber explored her. Her one leg had to be lifted on to the kitchen platform to make the cucumber. Their lives were now worth nothing if they did not capture or kill whatever was up there causing all of the trouble. If they ran away, O'Malley would see that they were killed in a very painful and unpleasant manner, so they had no choice but to attack. The question was, how to do it?So far, sending only one man at a time up the ladder had been futile, so they needed to try something else. There was no way to put two men onto the roof at the same time, but they could try the next best thing of. Jennifer fired off her new tenor sax on the fifth measure, while Sam brought in her organ sound after the eighth measure of music. Lynette smiled brightly as Sammy played her mini-Moog like a duck taking to water.Lynette’s alto voice and her new piano sounded beautiful together as she joined in with:“Well, the temperature’s rising and my feet are on the floor.Twenty people knocking ‘cos they’re wanting some more.Let me in baby, I don’t know what you’ve got, But you better take it easy, this.