”“Now. Where’s the presentation case for the watch?”“At my condo. We can go pick it up.”“I’ll have to take my groceries home first, ea... dinner, and call my boyfriend. I can’t come until maybe seven.”“That’s fine. I’m in the Xanadu condos on Cocoa Beach. Number six-oh-one.”“Wow! That’s a nice place!’“Just wait until you see the view from the sixth floor!”“I bet it’s fabulous.”We had arrived at her car, so she got out, retrieved her groceries from the back seat, then yelled through the closed. It had a cupola on one corner. Ida thought her house was a "Craftsman "house. People 100 years ago could order one from the Sears, Roebuck catalog. The pieces were milled and shaped in Chicago, and shipped by rail to the correct city, then moved from the boxcars to the building site on a horse drawn wagon. I loved the high ceilings and huge windows, cupola, giant kitchen and bedrooms. Ida said "This house went through the earthquake in 1906 and who knows how many smaller ones, so nothing in it. As we got to their front door she said, “Mrs. Moore, I normally spank both Alison and Colin with no clothes on, but as this is your son….” and she tailed off letting this sink in. Mrs. Moore hardly hesitated and certainly did not give a thought to my presence, “I would like you to punish him properly, especially after I found him taking money from my purse. It will make the punishment more unpleasant for him if he’s embarrassed.” We went inside and were ushered into the front room. Mrs.. I pulled your sweater up over your tits and pulled your bra away. Your pink nipples were erect and gave you away. I slapped your tits with my cock and rubbed it across your nipples. Your eyes closed as you began to lose your control. "Why don't you guys fuck her." You first. She's your daughter." No she was my daughter. Now she's my slutty whore."They moved aside when I went to the end of the table. They crowded around as I pushed my cock into your cunt and began to fuck you. My cock pistoned.