By the time my parents died, my sister was marriedto an Australian and living in Sydney. She therefore had no interest inthe cottage, so I bought out ...er share and have enjoyed it as my escapefrom the rat race ever since. I'm glad you like the cottage as it isvery special to me." She went on to explain that she worked as afreelance journalist. "I specialise in feature-writing," she told me,"and, as such I often come down here to research and write when workingon a project." I thought it amusing. Me: Really? Sure sweetheart. What do you want to tell me?She turned around and sat up straight. We were facing each other.Amy: Well, it’s about yesterday. I guess what I really wanted to say to you is that I love you.Me: I know, honey, and I love you too.Amy: Yeah, but I feel like there’s more to it than that. It’s like, your love is all the love I need right now. Like, I don’t even feel I need anyone else. I’m more than happy just being with you. This is so embarrassing.Me: No, not at all. I. Fir mai uski jaangho k andar k hisse ko bhi dabane laga. Aur fir apne hath upar le jate hue uski gaand ki darar tak upar se niche masaj karne laga. Jaise hi mere hath uski gaand ki darar pe lagte, wo kuch sihar si uthti thi. Mai samjh gaya wo kuch garam ho rahi thi.Kuch der esa karne k baad, maine uske pair pakad k usko sidha karna chaha to usne bhi mera sath diya aur sidhi let gai. Ab wo aankhe band karke sidhi leti hui thi aur mai uski taango k bich me beth k uske pair aur jaanghe daba raha. Your door was unlocked so I thought I would…” He stopped talking as soon as he got to the couch. “Morgan?” He seemed to be confused. “Matt? What the fuck is going on here.”Now Dillon was right in front of us. He could clearly see that my dick was shoved deep inside my daughter’s ass and that my daughter was enjoying the ride she was taking.“Dillon, I can explain please just listen…” I had begun to try to think of some way to talk my way out of this mess when Morgan chimed in.“Uncle Dillon,.