To guys like him, you're nothing more than meat to poke, then onceyou've served your purpose...he'll show you his boot!" He scowled andspun his cup. "...our mother should've raised her daughter with moresense." How many times do I have to tell you...I'M NO GIRL!" I stamped my footon the floor to emphasize my point.He laughed and took another long drink of his steaming coffee. "Fromwhere I'm standing, you'd be hard pressed to convince me otherwise!"I frowned at him, but as I folded my arms against. When I was about to turn it on, my mask showed that I was missing a critical part. I told Thirty-Six to pull everything down so she was naked above her boots, I would be right back.My helmet guided me through the room of dead bodies, down a short hallway and then right up to a blank section of wall. It opened silently and inside on a bench was exactly what I needed. I grabbed it up, some small screwdrivers, a weird looking tool, and a roll of some sort of tape.Thirty-Six was stripped down like. This lead to an interesting situation one night.Beryl and Mom held regular Bridge nights with 2 or 3 of their friends, Ann who was divorced, early 50?and had a nice tight ass, Barbara who was a bit older, nice slim body and Vera who had an even bigger pair of tits than Beryl, I am talking 48?hey were massive and I had always wanted to see them in the flesh.It was a Friday and they had been playing Bridge and drinking wine for a while when I dropped in to the flat, I let myself in as Mom had. Let me show you.”“That’s impossible, baby, you know that,” he told her as he slipped his fingers under her thong and dipped them into the cleft between her cheeks.“Aren’t I good enough, Daddy?” she mewled as she dropped her leg from between his and placed her hand over the bulge in his pants.“Oh fuck, sweetie, of course you are. But ... but...”“Oh my god, Daddy, your cock feels even better than I thought it would.”“Fuck,” Tom growled. He was completely powerless to push his daughter’s hand away.