Joan continued fondling Karen’s breasts as she fucked her pussy with her long tongue. Most of her effort went into working her tongue around inside ...aren’s fuck-hole, but she stopped occasionally and lavished attention on every inch of that pussy.“Come and get this hair off of my tongue,” Joan said. “I can’t find it.” I sat on the bed and examined her extended tongue. Even as I was reaching for the hair I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was picking one of my daughter’s pussy-hairs off of. It didn't help with the pain but it took away some of my anger. I started putting the letters into different piles, each from a different guy. When I had finished I had ten piles of letters. Ten different affairs and I had had no clue, no wonder she hadn't any left for me. That was enough for today; my heart couldn't take anymore. I grabbed the bottle and slowly I watched the level go down until the world blacked out.Those boxes sat there all day with me unable to even enter the room. The one. “You mean you’re fucking a woman in her seventies?”“You wait till you meet her Mum,” he said, “she looks ten years younger, she’s fit, got a great body for her age and she loves sex.”“How did you meet her?” Susan asked, lying back on his tummy and stoking his cock.“I was in the car park of the supermarket, she had just come out and her bag broke, her shopping was on the floor. I helped her pick it up. She was walking home so l offered to give her a lift. She invited me in for coffee and we. “I don’t see a runway.”Al was struggling with the controls but responded, “It’s a glacier. A little wind blown snow on top and years of compacted ice underneath.”“Mallard Three to Nest, Mallard Three on final, light up the approach please,” Al spoke into the headset.The trio watched as ice and snow illuminated with the tell-tale of runways traces. To the couple Al said, “Years ago, when I first started bringing stuff here, those lights were actually above ground.”The landing was smooth, ice.