“I’m all the way in Gail, god you’re tight!” OK, don’t do anything yet, let me just get used to this. God, I’ve never felt so full before....�� After a couple of minutes, Gail took the lead and started her own fucking motion and after a couple of thrusts Rick began to match each of her thrusts. They were small at first, maybe just a half an inch pushing in and out of her ass, but Rick was finally beginning to really fuck her ass. As the brother and sister got more into their rhythm, Rick’s thrusts. " Open it then."Inside, neatly arranged, were a few gun cases. On the hanger was my hardback shooting jacket. The stool and carry bag and rolled up mat were in there. I was equipped for my hobby."I suppose I need to explain," I told her as I pulled one of my rifle cases out of the closet. "Highpower rifle competition has about as much to do with shooting under combat conditions as ballet has with kung fu. I compete in highpower. Usually in the 'military rifle' class. Sometimes in what they call. ” he drew out the word, one hand delicately brushing some stray hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. “Did you think I wasn’t going to say anything about it?” he whispered into her ear as he leaned forward, causing her eyes to flutter closed at the sensation of his breath so close to her neck. “Did you think you’d go unreprimanded?” She shivered at his words, squirming in her seat again & glancing up at him sideways. She looked genuinely terrified - he didn’t blame her, no. Just like that I had the answer, it was a little risky in that if I suddenly lost my nerve there may well be no stopping my father, but I was willing to take that risk and having made my decision I acted on it. I knew that dad always loosened up after a couple of drinks so while he was sitting feeling embarrassed at his thoughts I went and poured us both a good strong drink. I felt that I needed it as much as he did, I chose vodka because it was his favourite drink and because he wouldn't.