It really wasn't hard to tell.I had a couple of months to go on my tour of duty when I got basically a 'Dear John' letter from Julie. She told me she ...adn't written me because she was ashamed. She had met a guy at college and had fallen in love with him. She went on and on apologizing to me but the bottom line was the same. She had dumped me.I really felt bad. That night I kept remembering over and over what my sister had told me. She was right, most childhood love affairs end up just being. Alison was a bratty slut, but she was still my daughter. My slave deserved some happiness as she made up for how horrible she acted the last few years.Like my what she did to my poor house tonight. I shook my head. It was a disaster. If I didn’t have a cute, fourteen-year-old daughter waiting in my bedroom eager to have her cherry popped, I would have us all get to cleaning. But it could wait until morning.“Come along,” I commanded, a slight tingle racing around my thoughts. It didn’t take much. We could see our red brick cottage between the trees. Though it was a cottage and was pretty old, the place was large. It had three floors, and was on the side of a small mountain. The lower floor and the entrance of the house were located at the bottom of the mountain and the higher floor was on top of the mountain, in such way that the master bedroom’s balcony was the top of the little mountain itself.My mother entered the house the first, followed by the rest of us. Even inside, the place. I gazed as her body convulsed, twitched, and move in ways I never knew she was capable of. She came easily several more times and drenched his balls and cock with her syrupy juices. I could smell her sweet aroma from where I was watching. He wanted to be in control now and was in the mood to pound away and fuck her like she had never been fucked before. So he told her to get on her hands and knees and buried his cock deep inside her pussy. With my wife’s ass fully exposed and in the air he.