.. a bitter, old man.“Aaarrrggghhh!!!” I yelled to myself.Traci’s Lincoln was alone in the garage this time when I sent the door up by remote. I...grabbed my bags out of the trunk and walked inside to see Traci sitting curled up on the family room sofa, a glass of red wine on the table by her left hand. No time like the present, so I opened the fridge, grabbed a Corona and plopped down into my recliner. We looked each other directly in the eyes. I could see tears starting to well up.I put my. She pumped her hand up and down my spurting dick, working out my cum. She gulped it down, groaning as she did so. She relished my spunk.“Daddy, Daddy, flood her!” my daughter moaned.“I am, Junebug!” I groaned, my cum pumping into the woman's hungry mouth. She swallowed it all down. “I fucking am.”“Yay!”I hit the peak of my orgasm. I groaned as she sucked out the last of the cum from my balls. I panted, my body buzzing from the rapture. Abigail nursed a final time on my dick. And then she slid. Béatrice and Bérénice are little women. Although my wife and I keep them as far away from the small as possible, My father clearly saw them changing. A few weeks ago, while he was asking me for news of my daughters (not of my wife, he had just shagged her), he added: "Your daughters are very cute... I would like to suggest you something ... ". I knew perfectly well what my father was referring to. "Dad, we have a contract, remember, Thérèse regularly honors this contract!" Well, quite rightly,. She did something that I am going to the police with to clear up a mystery that took place sixty years ago. Would you like to be here when I do?" Would I? When are you going to do it?" Tomorrow afternoon after I read her journal some more." Jason, can I come down early so you can tell me all about it?" I was hoping you would. How early can you come?"There was silence for a minute and then Sarah said, "You want me to come down this afternoon, don't you?" Kinda, but I didn't know how to ask.