She had left us to try her luck in New York City. She wanted to be a fashion model. Anyways, no strong sons for daddy, just us girls and now just me -...just me and daddy on our farm, in our world, far away from city, town and all of society.I missed mom and loved taking care of daddy. While he worked hard doing what he has always done, I did laundry, kept the house looking good and feeling cozy and I made daddy good hot meals including fresh warm bread, healthy stews and delicious fruit pies. We. I said it would probably make him hornier. And he replied “it already has” and pointed down to his crotch where I could easily see the outline of his hard cock. He continued looking at the magazine and I could see him rubbing his cock over his jeans. “Get it out” I said “and do it properly”. He asked if I didn’t mind and I said “of course not. With that he undid his belt and zip and as he slid his trousers and pants down a superb rock hard cock flipped out and up against his stomach with a very. Rummaging through the bottom of her dresser drawers she came across a pair of old running short she used to wear when her ex and her went jogging. She used to be slimmer back then, and if she tried to put them on, she knew they would be way to tight. Then again, from what her net lover had told her, men find tight clothing on women sexy... "Why not." she said as she stepped into the eclectic blue satin shorts.John worked down stairs fixing dinner for the two of them. He'd decided on spaghetti. So blieb uns, enttäuscht, wie wir waren, keine Möglichkeit als vor dem Tor zu warten und zu hoffen, dass unser Opi doch noch kommen würde.Die Minuten verstrichen. Es war kalt und stürmisch. Zum Glück regnete es nicht, aber der Boden war nass und die feuchte Kälte kroch unter unsere Mäntel. Bibbernd warteten wir. Nach geschlagenen 20 Minuten erhellte sich der Schotterweg, der vom Tor aus in die Siedlung führte. Ein dunkle Siluette kam uns entgegen. Das Scheinwerferlicht blendete uns, so dass wir.