.. Easy, baby ... Easy now ... Down ... Down ... Hold on, now ... come down, pet ... Breathe ... Breathe ... That’s it ... In ... Out ... Listen to ...e ... In ... Out ... that’s it, Baby ... Hang with me now ... Hang with me ... That’s it ... Breathe ... Breathe for me ... That’s my good girl ... Relax ... That’s it, relax ... Good girl ... That’s my Pretty Girl ... Relax now ... That’s a good girl...”It took a few more minutes of soothing and low toned words, but eventually, she did come back. 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 my wife's tongue! Freed of the pesky hair, Joan went right back to work on Karen's pussy.I could not stay out of it any longer. I came to my knees beside my daughter's head and aimed my hard cock at her lovely face. She smiled when she realized what I wanted. Her mouth was warm and very wet. She sucked most of my cock in, drew a vacuum, and then pulled slowly off. The. The headlights and warning light’s gleamed off the stainless steal cars, the red, white, and blue stripes vividly streaking past. Snow and sand kicked up by its passage was clearly seen by the car’s bright headlamps. It was a relic, a train from another era, the time when more than half a dozen streamlined night trains went over these very tracks between Harrisburg and Chicago.As quickly as it started, it was gone, the rear marker lights retreating into the horizon. It left the snow covered. .."Janet held her brother tightly. "I know," she said. "He did some very bad things. And he needs to be punished." Her voice was cold as steel.**********"Is Mick in?" Janet asked sweetly as she walked lightly into the club.The cashier shook his head. "Nope," he answered simply. "He's got that golf tournament today."Janet frowned. "Oh, that's right! When's he going to be back?"The cashier shrugged. "He said around five or five-thirty."Janet smiled sweetly. "I guess I'll talk to him.