“I know we call it a house, but it is an off the grid 2500 sq. ft. cottage with all the amenities. I will also come back to the old house to get wha...ever of my stuff she hasn’t thrown out or destroyed. There may also be some of the kid’s things there. Good night, I will see you tomorrow. Again, I am sorry for going off on you like that, you did not deserve it.”Well, I got an earful when I picked the kids up. Connie was there and wanted to fight.“Listen up, asshole.” She said; “You are an. "Dinner is ready daddy." I had not called him daddy, ever, and it shookhim up a lot."Dear, this is Kimberly Ann." His mouth hung open, his eyes wide indisbelief. "Kimberly has not agreed to become Beth's Maid of Honor, butshe said she will let us know in the morning."I knew that he was hoping I would have looked like a cross between a clownand Morticia. I was his son, not his daughter, yet here I was, lookinglike a daughter, and calling him daddy."I told her all about it dear." I had said no. Joan's whole body was flush with lust and quivering with need.I walked over to the head of the table and leaned in to give her a passionate, tongue twisting kiss. Joan kissed me back and put her arms around my neck. She pulled me down to her tits and I suckled one and squeezed the other. Jim added two more fingers and plunged and pushed deeply into her willing cunt. We could smell Joan's sex and the wet sounds they made were deeply erotic. Jim had a huge tent in his drawstring trousers and I. .. maybe with lotion ... and of course his oily fingers might slip ... accidentally, of course. He remembered how incredibly hot and tight Mal’s pussy had been as he explored its depths with his middle finger. He’d found her cervix and rimmed it with the tip of his finger, eliciting a squeal of delight from the young girl. Her legs, already wide open in acceptance of what he was doing, spread wider. And she’d put a bullet on the edge of the plate while he was doing that!“I have no idea,” Bob.