She turned toward Ken and asked again, "What happened to me Ken? I can't be dressed like this, I'm a guy!"Ken slowed the car to a stop and pulled off ...he road, "My beautiful Brooke, you are the same lovely woman that you were while you slept. You are just exhausted from the wedding."She sat upright. "WEDDING!"She glanced back down at her left hand with a gesture from Ken and noticed the wedding band and engagement ring resting on her lovely finger. She did remember something about a wedding.... He cursed silently, hoping she'd move back. His view of her room wasn't as total as he'd like. Her bed blocked out fully half the room, and of course, he couldn't see what went on in her bed from this angle.He glared at the mirror, thinking of some way to solve this problem. He'd long considered drilling a hole in the wall that separated their rooms, but couldn't figure how to conceal it.His eyes flicked upward to the ceiling. Maybe if he drilled a small one through from the attic, she wouldn't. I moved up between her legs, my cock automatically locating her holle and sliding in. She was tight but so well lubricated that I slide right inside her. Her face was a grimace of lust as she spat her words out.“Gonna fuck me again, Daddy? Gonna fuck your little girl’s hot box. You gonna be a filthy old fucker and use me like a cheap whore the way you did Mummy?”“Yes you filthy little bitch,” I said ramming my prick into her. “Your mother was a whore and you are a whore and I’m going to. Now she realised that she was naked and I was clothed, apart from my jacket which I had shed when I moved first to her bed. Now it was her turn to undress me, and she also sucked my nipples, which is something that I have always found a turn on. It wasn’t long though before she had my cock in her hands, and shortly after her mouth. She had talent, this woman, and it was with some difficulty that I restrained from discharging the contents of my balls in the first few minutes. After that it was.