He wrapped his hands around my waist and fucked me with all his force. Once again the tears started to roll down my cheeks, as I was moaning like a sl...t. My hair was all over the place and my tits were rocking uncontrollably. This was the best feeling in the world. My dad was fucking like a machine. His balls were smacking against my thigh hard with stroke. He would randomly smack my ass cheek hard while fucking me causing me to giggle and moan in pleasure. I loved how he was treating me so. The rest of her free time spent caring for her mother. Which was slowly beginning to beat Morgan down. A year an a half passed and about six months before graduation. Just two days after Morgan's eighteenth birthday, when the inevitable happened. Margaret died peacefully in her sleep. The funeral and the following days were devastating to both Morgan and Tom. They both found different ways to deal with the loss of their wife and mother. Morgan chose to lock herself in her room and listen to her. “Is that it, Detective?” Melanie asked.“Yes, Ms. Spencer. If we need to speak to him again, should we work through you?”“That would be best, yes.”She provided her office and cell phone numbers and we disconnected the call. I showed the Ranger and Detectives out, then went back to the conference room.“Your life is never boring, that’s for sure!” Deborah said when I shut the door.I sagged into one of the leather chairs, “Just once, I’d like it to be calm for an extended period of time!”“You’d be. If that's the case, it seems to me too dangerous for you to do any more of it." Maybe the doctors can figure out what's causing the difficulty," Ray said. "But if I don't do any more work, if I don't heal anybody, how are they going to have anything to measure?" We'll get together a team," Cosgrove said. "A small group of specialists who can do this right. I've been in touch with some leading medical people all along — ever since you cured my daughter." You think we can somehow keep this.