She gasped and grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me to her, hard. We French-kissed for several minutes, until she broke away, looked up into my ...yes, breathing hard, and with a wanton expression that held my eyes as she lowered herself to her knees. “Will you let me do this, Dad?” she said as her fingers wrapped around my shaft, “Let me please you?” “Oh, yes, Honey” I gazed to the ceiling, “I want you to.” With that, on her knees before me like some kind of pagan altar, she leaned in. ” I agreed, clinked again, and drank another quarter of my martini. It was very nice.“Olivia.” I said. No one called her Livvie but Dad, and I only ever called her Liv to get her attention. “Ellie’s been telling me I made a promise to her.”“And now that you can see clearly, you can’t see how you’d do something like that.” Dad grew somber.“I couldn’t step on your toes like that.” I mumbled. “I--”Dad smacked me in the back of the head. Ellie smacked me in the back of the head. I reached up and. When Marsha tried to kick him he raised her ankles with one hand, exposing her buttocks and pussy, which he proceeded to molest with his other hand. Marsha kept straining against his invading fingers, but she could not prevent him from exploring wherever he wanted to.Next, he untied the cord around her ankles and pulled her slacks and panties completely off. With a mock show of thoroughness Carlson referred to the transcript, saying, “Let’s see, what did I do next? Oh, yes, I put on a condom,. It just gnaws at me." Now you know I think it was savages, Indians that done snuck in and butchered them like that." Yes sir, and I've tried to follow up on that but haven't got nowhere yet." Beall turned down Mr. Clagett's offer of a chew of tobacco. "Now this is going to sound like I'm just being nosy, but I'm not. Would you ask your wife to come in, please."When the tiny Mrs. Clagett was in her rocking chair and drying her hands, Beall started again. "I need to know how things were between.