The towel slipped away to expose her young breasts and without any forethought or a word she put her hand to her tit and began to softly stroke and ma...sage herself. Chloe tore her eyes away from the phone and drew in a breath when she saw her friend’s nipples becoming quite stiff as Megan continued with her soft administrations. In an almost d**gged like state she turned her attention back to the phone and then subconsciously slipped off her own towel so that the pair of them were now lying. First of all, she had only called him 'daddy' on various occasions and now she was giving that title to someone else. Secondly, it cut him hard when she told his uncle that her pussy was now his. Was it said in the heat of the moment? Had he really lost his wife to his uncle? He was so in love with her, how could he have been so stupid to let another man fuck his own wife. It was late and he reluctantly decided to go to his room, leaving his wife there while she fucked Uncle Hank. He. I think I need to go home and rest.”“You do that and let me know how you feel tomorrow,” she said helping me to my coat and walking me out the door.When I got home I logged into the research database and found as much information as I could about Bernard Ryan. The more I read the more convinced I was that some how I had met him. It was late when I finally went to bed thinking about him and trying to find a logical answer.The next morning I still felt sick so I called in and made an appointment. "Not I, Nigel," Galt pointed to where Karith sat on the wagon. "Karith is the fisherman here."Nigel nodded and after inspecting the man for any other injuries or bruising that might indicate internal damage, reached for his suture kit. After closing the wound with stitches, Nigel sat back on his haunches and rubbed his head looking around."If that cut is any indication then your fish has had a nasty blow to the head," he smiled at Galt. "He should recover from it at some point. Where do you.