"This'll make you proud, Papa! I'll get a special citation for my research project. They sent it out to some big wig professor and he gave it a great ...ig thumbs-up!"I was elated of course. Ronnie was into science big time and she had asked for my help in compiling a special project in genetics. I had only given her an outline of what to do and she filled in the blanks on her own. She wrote the report all by herself, too.In a way, she had repeated my secret pedigree analysis of fifteen years. She carefully positioned herself, pulling the sheets across her hips and hitching her shear nightie up to her waist leaving her bottom and thighs naked and exposed, hoping he would peek in to check on her like he used to. She almost fell asleep listening to the sounds in the kitchen as he unpacked his lunchbox and then patrolled the house, double checking locks and windows. Then she heard the footfall on the steps climbing higher in the darkness. Climbing up to her. She heard the door creak. The true sport was in the chase the Duke had reminded him as they pushed their steeds into another thicket. His men rounding the forest seeking prey, and then the doe burst forth, dark eyes, pale hide and the flash of long legs as the she broke through. A horn sounded and the hunt was on, never had it seemed thrilling, yet with the fine horse working beneath him he heard his own shouts and laughter. Frost glistened on the leaves as fog crept back into the bracken. Heart pounding as his mount. ”“You can do better cunt, try again,” HHHHHHiiiiiissssss cccoooocccckkkkkk is big and ffffaaaaatttt,” stammered Tracy. “It seems long and fat!”The girls laughed and Christina said, “Well fucktoy, maybe someday soon, you’ll know just how long and fat Daddy’s cock really is when he fucks you with it.”“NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO,” Tracy yelled, “I won’t fuck daddy!”“Oh, but you told us you wanted to fuck him. You even begged to fuck him. We have it all on video to prove it.” said Linda.Tracy just cried as.