It was her dad, Fred.“Hello Mr. Schmidt. Dad’s already gone to his office. May I help you with something?”Fred Schmidt had never turned down a c...ance to get between any woman’s legs. He had seduced his wife before their marriage. Then when he found out about the trick his wife was trying to play in order to get pregnant, he talked Wilma into letting him do her too. Now here was this young reincarnation of Wilma in her robe. At a glance he could tell she had no bra on and he would lay odds that. " Unzip your skirt." Mother wasn't the only one under the power of my cock. Now that I had fucked my mother's mouth. I wasn't going to enjoy my second boner the same way.She tried to turn away and run out the door, but she didn't even make it to profile. Her arms fells at her sides and her bloused opened. One of her tits was still bare. I reached out my hand.Mother looked away, but she stepped closer. Her hands were busy with her skirt. It only took her a second to push them over her hips.. Ta very much, and hope you like this next chapter. ******************** As the sun rose over the tree covered bay, Ragnar descended into the bowels of the long boat to awaken Bruni. Seeing the hammock empty of his friend’s slumbering form, Ragnar entered the private chamber quietly, checking on Kate first. His lush female was completely stretched out over the mattress, covered in one of Bruni’s furs for warmth. Reaching down to her, Ragnar stroked her flushed cheek, smoothing her wavy hair away. She was delicately applying hermake-up with a brush and checking herself in a beautiful little handmirror. I wanted to ask her how she hoped to improve on perfection.I watched fascinated as she got out her mascara brush and gently caressedher eyelashes and as she then applied her scarlet lipstick. How did sheavoid it going all over her face as the train jolted?It was then that she winked at me.Then strangely she vanished before my eyes.I was not sure whether she had got off the train or if I.