The wet, sobbing girl wraps arms tightly around her father. The young nubile body feels good."Oh, Daddy," Brenda sobbed, "I really need to talk to ya.... He leads the crying daughter to the living room. They sit together on a large sofa. It was one of those excessively large type where for average adult feet seldom touch the floor when sitting back. His soon to be ex-wife fancied this style of furniture. It was 'fashionable'.Larry holds her close, stroking the long blonde hair. He looks down at. “But she is also a beautiful woman,” Maze said.“Maze eat your heart out, she is Transgender not gay,” I replied.“What the hell are you two whispering about?” Sally asked.“We were just talking science.” Maze replied. I just smiled.“So is this a dump job,” I asked. “The place looks awfully clean to be a crime scene. I mean there is not much blood around her.”“If you had looked close you would have seen the drag marks. Definitely a dump job,” Maze informed us.“She had on her ID badge. So I’m. She never saw the car that took her life.Jess screamed silently and her eyes flew open. It was late and the house was dark but she could hear the TV in the living room and knew that her father had fallen asleep on the couch again. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and hot tears running down her cheeks. Throwing the covers off she sat on the edge of her bed trying to shake the grief and the echo of shock that she always felt when the nightmare came. After a few moments she couldn't bear. My shaft was so stiff that I didn't need to guide it in with my hands. My arms were fully stretched either side of Mum's shoulders. I watched her face as I entered her for the first time...and probably the last. That first thrust went in all the way to the hilt. Mum turned her head to the right and kept her eyes closed. But I thought if she bit her bottom lip any harder it would start to bleed. I spent the first two of three minutes on long, slow strokes; I didn't want to cum too soon. When I.