Besides, they had to plan out their secret lair. Sunday had been spent drawing designs, and discussing ideas. Steetch had reminded the others that eve...y secret lair has another secret exit, so they added that idea to their list. Hardcase wondered how difficult it would be to transport the rock dust to her garden, or to a central location she could get at. It would provide useful minerals. Freaky wanted access to water, and some kind of drainage for graywater and or sewage. He didn't think it. He could see by her face that she had read it. She pointed to a chair and said “Sit…” it was a command not a request. He sat. In silence she sat for a moment then as she saw him about to speak, said “shush and just listen for a while,” he closed his mouth and did as she said. “you know I had you early, I was still a girl and your grandad threw me out, I married your dad and I was lucky, he was a good man. We were happy, well of course you know that bit.” She took a drink “What you don’t know is. Blood oozed from her deflowered pussy and helped lubricate my invasion of her body. Hearing her mother moan must have aroused her because she was ready and willing. It wasn’t long before her hips were rolling on my shaft. She held it inside with a grip that was like wearing gloves two sizes too small. While she rolled her hips to get me deeper inside and winced occasionally at the pain I pulled her down even more as I pushed up into her. It wasn’t long before I needed more leverage to increase. Then he added softly, “For now….”Tiffany knew it was useless to argue any further. She put on her shirt and gave him another kiss. “Thank you, daddy!” She buttoned up her blouse and left.Greg immediately pulled out his hard cock. Pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit. He leaned back in his chair, spread his legs and jacked-off. A dozen strokes later, he blasted gobs and gobs of hot cum all over his computer desk while thinking about fucking his hot, innocent daughter. He didn’t care about the mess..