I am staying at my father's villa in the South of France. I am single and work as a writer for a publicist in London. My mother died of cancer ten yea...s ago, and it took my father a while to get it over it and move on. Six months ago, my father rang me to say that he had met a beautiful woman named Monica Lopez from Scilly and that they'd eloped. Obviously, I was happy for him.So, here I am sitting on a deckchair in the sunshine of Southern France with my father and his beautiful wife. I should. ”“Yes’m, anything else?” Rigby asked.“Well, you could finish your hoeing, OK?” She smiled and pushed the basket inside with her foot.A half-hour later she came out with another glass of water. “You’ve done a good job. Can you come back next week?”“No ma’am, but someone will, maybe me. You just call and ask.” He handed her back the empty glass.“I understand. Now I’ve got a bag of squash for you to take home to your mother. It’s by your bike and here, this is for you. You don’t have to tell them. Finally pulling into the driveway of the duplex I was living in, Islammed the car door shut and rushed for stairs that led to my secondfloor apartment. I very nearly tripped in my hurry, and inexperience innegotiating steps in high heels, but managed to stay upright. Rushingup, I unlocked the door and slammed it shut behind me.Walking in, I finally gave into the emotions washing over me and beganto sob. I made my way to the couch and sat down, weeping with fullforce. I sat there trying to. I noticed when it did, that my stomach was somewhere up around my throat. Though I certainly considered myself open-minded, and certainly not one of those kinds of dads that couldn't be open when it came to sexual discussions or topics, I wasn't sure I was prepared to hear whatever it was I was about to, and nearly turned away from her door."Certainly nothing like I expected," I heard my daughter saying. "His cock was hard, really hard!"I felt my legs leaden, wishing I could tear myself away.