I just asked my buddy Howie to help me keep her from fucking everybody in the neighborhood." How can he do that?" Don't make me tell you, Baby." Tell ...e, Daddy. I want to know." Ok, ok. I asked him to fuck her as often as possible, to keep her away from other men." You did? Wow! Neato!" Julie wriggled through the hole into the cab. Perhaps she was a little too enthusiastic in her movements, because her crop top caught on a snag and ripped off. I got my first good look at two of the most. I’m from Bristol. Are you from around here or elsewhere, Mr. Stern?” she asked me as she took my hand and we walked over to St. George’s.“Born in Maine, not that it matters. My family moved to Oregon years ago and we’ve lived here ever since. Mostly to avoid the scandal of my sister’s birth and Dad’s reckless revenge. She was the fruit of Mom’s adultery, you see. Dad laid down the law, got some vengeance, burned his bridges in Maine, and dragged us clear across the country to get the heat off. I was tired of being his maid. I worked hard everyday also.It went on like this for quite a while. We had our good days and our not so good days. That was until one night my friend Marsha stopped over and said she saw Bob in the next town over having lunch with a woman.I was shocked but quickly made an excuse for him saying it was a customer and they were having lunch while discussing her company's insurance. Marsha told me I had better watch out because the woman really looked good. Of course. “Don’t you want to stay and watch my dad fuck me and we commit incest?”“I’ve got to see this!” Jeff said making Mark and Tom wait.Dan knelt between Cathy’s legs admiring her cum dripping pussy. He was expected to fuck his daughter but instead, “I love cream pie!” Jeff wrinkled his nose in disgust as Dan leaned forward and buried his face in Cathy’s slit.“Mmm, I love my daddy eating my pussy after it’s been fucked by him or other men!” she cooed scruffing his hair with her fingers.“Man, you’re.