He looked unhappy about it but grabbed my wallet out of my pants and retrieved it. I didn’t want to take any risks even though stopping him wasn’t...even on my own agenda. I was completely lost in the moment. “Probably a good idea but I’m clean.” He popped the wrapper and rolled it on. He grabbed a bottle from a drawer near the bed and squirted some lube out. I felt him rub it all over my cheeks and my twitching pussy, then two fingers went back into me. I was ready. He greased his gloved cock. He shoved his hard, twitching eight-and-a-half-inch prick hard up her cunthole."Arrrrghhhh, Wayne I love it! I love your big cock! Fuck me haaaard!" she cried.Brian laughed with pleasure. He had never seen anything so sexy as watching his little daughter getting fucked by his own son! "You've got your old man's style, Wayne! Fuck her good and hard!"Wayne grunted and rammed his cock in deeper until it was buried up her cunt to the hilt. His balls were now slapping wetly against her ass crack.. It must have been an hour or more and we were chatting like old friends. She was beginning to yawn and I was feeling the weariness of the day as well. I pulled a comforter out of the closet and pulled the couch out into a bed. I could not take chance of the exhaust being covered during the night, so I left the one heater that was vented through the roof running. I shut down everything else and set the alarm for 2 hours so I could start and warm the diesel to make sure the fuel didn't gel and. Joe is still away. The house is such a lonely place now he's gone. When she opens her front door she sees scattered mail on the floor: two bills, some junk mail, and a picture postcard from her mum holidaying in Tenerife. She stoops to pick it up, sorts through it all until the sight of Joe's letter brings a smile to her face.But there is another letter that has fallen to one side that she did not at first notice. Its presence on the tiled hall floor transfixes her like an unforeseen.