This man did not know these two rich looking westerners on the white yacht, but he had heard the tale of their effort to rescue the old fisherman, and...though he most certainly appreciated their mercy, they were keeping him from contacting the old fisherman. This alone bothered the man at the diner, and this alone was of immediate concern to him. He had a job for the old fisherman, a job that would utilize the old man’s very special, very ancient skill. It was, he knew, time to activate his old. .The rage built inside as the steady beeping tortured me. I promised myself I was going to kill the guy that invented that beeping thing. I soothed my ferocious self with fantasies in which I hunted him down and killed him, after pulling out his fingernails with a set of nail rusty clippers.Ok - Fantasy aside.Time to figure some things out.I'm in the hospital.Whoo hooo ... Look at me, I'm a genius. I figured that out all by myself. It was easy, once I took in the beeping torture machine, along. "OH, MOM, PLEASE DON"T STOP! I"M CUMMING SO GOOD. HUH..HUH..HUH..AH, ANOTHER ONE! I CAN"T STOP CUMMING!" The five-star cum-shot all over my daughter"s heaving tits was worthy of a porno star. I divided the ten spurts equally between tits, and then used the dribbles to decorate her swollen nipples. I felt a little queasy when Joan moved higher and lapped at the fresh semen. She is one of those rare women who love everything about cum. I sometimes slip a rubber on my cock before I cum in her. It was my daughter Mandy's place.It was three weeks before JoAnn and I were in Arizona, to be with Jenny when she had her babies. Thirty year old Jenny and her husband had given up on having k**s, and like usual, giving up is a great way to ensure you get pregnant. We'd taken a hotel room to make sure we had some privacy: they'd adopted a couple of k**s from Russia, and although we love them, they're a handful and we didn't think we'd be comfortable staying with them.. Now I know JoAnn doesn't.