.."Bridgette, my darling, where are you?" It was Lord Burnstein who had come to wish goodnight to his only daughter. Unlike the teens of today, Bridge...te loved her parents' company - more so that of her father. On weekdays, this was probably the only time they got to be aslone with each other, although they would spend alternate Saturdays riding off into their sunsets - and it was during one of these rides that Bridgette became acutely aware of the fact that she was in love with her own father.. Jeff and Paul were rock hard. I'd never seen their penises so large, jutting out at impossibly high angles from their crotches. Pre-cum was oozing out of their caps. At that point, they were more than penises to me. They seemed to glow with a warm throbbing light. They were fountains of life, ready to gush forth their life-giving essence. In my drug-heightened imagination, I almost expected them to cum in streams of brilliant white light instead of jism. Sara started stroking Paul's cock, and I. I had a job! Then I remembered that I still had to look for a place to live. I had marked several choices from a newspaper and made my choice with my precog power, sensing what would be the best and most affordable for me.About an hour later I inspected the spacious room in my new boarding house. It was good and the landlady was nice. I signed the lease and since it was already furnished, I plopped down on the sofa. I called my adopted sister Kathy first with the news. "Kathy? Hi, it's me Xia.. ’ They rode in silence. It was nice but she wanted to turn Sam on so he could tell her where they were going. As on cue, he laughed as he said, ‘ No Abby, I am not telling and you need to turn over.’ She wouldn’t turn over now no matter what he said. His eyes were on the bends in the river and the curves of Abby. He was enchanted by the rivers beauty, but mesmerized by the pretty companion that always seem to have a trick up her sleeve. Well, right now she didn’t have any sleeves but that.