He smiled slightly and closed his eyes, almost instantly lost in a childhood memory brought on by the sound of the rain. It reminded him of the sound ...f rain on a tin roof. His childhood home was an immense and solid thing, originally a plantation home built in the early 1800’s. Apparently the plantation fell into a long, gradual decline and over the years bits and pieces of the surrounding land were sold off until the house sat on a small plot a fraction over two acres large. He imagined it. " Good. Good. $100 a week, you say?" Yes, Sir." OK. So we'll drop you down to $95, Jillian. And you can give me your Amex."I felt her initial reaction as she tensed up on my arm. But I have to hand it to her, she took it well."That's fine, Daddy. The only thing I really need to spend money on is Bozo. And he won't be that expensive." Well, that's not quite all. You'll still be taking care of getting your clothes. And your shoes."I thought the shoes thing was going to do it. She still rode. We left the river and went to our rooms.Pinku and I were sharing a room on the terrace (one and only small room). Tinu was on the ground floor with her family. In the evening we were gossiping on the terrace under the night sky where vicinity was lighted by the stars and we could figure out our faces only. Suddenly I saw pinku was knowingly brushing his hand on Tinu’s chest and Thighs knowingly !!! And to my surprise, Tinu was touching his tent which I could figure out easily !! I was aghast. She cocked her girlish legs as high as she could, until her knees were nearly up to her shoulders, and her dripping-wet, pouty-lipped pussy was wide open for her nephew. Margaret took hold of his prick, drawing him forward with it, nudging the tip into her gooey cunt. Go ahead, honey. Time to fuck your aunt now. Henry spread his knees apart, supporting his shoulders on straight arms. He looked down, watching his cock going into his aunts snug, clinging cunt. Eagerly he started to thrust his.