He was looking directly at me and his words hit me like a shock, we were alone and somehow I sensed his question had a double meaning, with strong sex...al overtones.I was old enough to understand the ways, and sensuality between men and women, and I was looking at a man, who only a short time ago, was engaged in fucking, and I could hear every breath he made and every groan he omitted, as he thrust into her, now he was confronting me.'If you need to go', he persisted, 'Dont be shy', he added. Before he said a single word I had my phone out to record every word that came out of his mouth. If anyone tries to change the story, we have proof of all kinds of serious along with two capital crimes.” His eyes told the story of how enraged he was to be singled out for execution so that child molesting, pig could kill me before I figured out that he was one of the rapists.“The other news is that he lied to you.’ His smile was very crooked, as if he didn’t want to have this conversation, but. Out of nowhere I could feel someone right behind me, surprised I said “daddy” and this time I got an answer. I heard a voice say “it’s ok daddy’s here” whilst at the same time he grabbed my cheeks, spread them apart and buried his tongue deep inside my hole. It felt amazing and I begged my daddy for more. He started to loosen his belt and take off his clothes. Then as soon as he pulled his cock out he started to rub it against my hole and teasing me with it. I said to him “please daddy fuck me”. Thought Robbie. "My question, again, 'did you want Steves big cock, in you, when he was giving it to my mum?"Joyce went scarlet, dropped her head, and didn't answer. "I'll take it as a, maybe...eh Joyce?" Robbie laughed. "How long is it since uncle Garry and you had nooky eh...Joyce....how long....don't be shy....must be a while coz you've been separated for what...six weeks...and probably didn't touch you for....what....six weeks before that...that's months ago, fuck Joyce...no wonder you.