That is just what he did. Once we were both naked my father stood up from the bed. There was his large cock directly in front of me. "Suck on it Hanna..., make me hard," he told me.It didn't look like Daddy needed much help. His cock was standing straight and it looked so thick. I moved to the edge of the bed and I tried to take it in my mouth. I could barely take in a couple of inches. Daddy helped me out. He put a hand on the back of my head and he pushed down. I was gagging on that fat cock,. ....What do you want from me? " Vanessa got next to my hear and whispered, "You...." Vanessa pushed me down against the bed began to take off her clothes. She slowly took off her tank top, exposing her small yet firm breasts. My dick was fully erect now, it looked like it was going to pop out my underwear. Vanessa turned around and sat on top of my chest and took off her shorts off. She scooted up and my face was inches away from her shaved tight vagina. I was in shock the entire time, so. She would find little comfort in the knowledge that most of those responsible for Evie’s murder were rotting in shallow graves, their ashes mingling with those of cows, horses and assorted farm animals. Her fury would still be fresh and her grief potent, but knowing that the people who brought that grief to her all died a violent death might help some.Joan spent the first three hours of our flight handing over reports, documents, letters, invitations, requests, and other communiqués left. Her mother was forty eight years old, but looked older; her life had been empty devoid of love and intimacy for much of her existence, and had taken its toll. Her aging wasn't so much physical as spiritual; she retained much of her physical beauty, but loneliness was slowly withering her. Oh, she went out with her old time friends to eat or for tea, but she was alone, nobody to talk or laugh with when she returned home, and her libido was destroyed, after the night her daughter had faced them.