While soaping up his daughter's groin one of Mark's slick finger tips slipped up to one knuckle into Susan's rectum. She ooohhed and, "Daddy y...u are so nasty sticking your finger in my ass. It feels weird but I think I like it. Your cock is so hard. You can bend me over and rape your little girls pussy if you like." Susan turned to point her ass at her dad and bent over a little looking over her shoulder. Mark paused to leer at her slender waist swelling out to her young hips and ass.. ”“You mean an old lady like me?”“You’re not that old. I mean you’re not old. I...”“Stop Bob. I’m 41 and you’re 23, so we both know we are not looking for a long term relationship. So let’s just try to relax and have some fun tonight and do what we came up here for. Now you have been working all day so why don’t you take a shower. It’s right through that door. I will wait for you out here.”Claire heard the shower turn on and started to get undressed. She debated with herself on whether or not. “Survival rates are pretty good, and given he’s an athlete in generally good health, I’d say his chances are excellent. He may never play hockey again, though.”“That would suck,” I said. “But being alive is a bit more important than a hockey career.”“And a NASCAR career?” she asked.“Jess, don’t start, please,” I sighed. “You can’t compare the two things.”I was glad when she dropped the issue and our trio simply walked home hand-in-hand.January 15, 1993, Chicago, Illinois“A quiet week? How did. My dad shook my hand and then gave me a perfectly masculine half hug. I chucked the duffel bag into his trunk and we were off. We went back to his office where he had coordinated with a friend to have my Vega waiting. He said wed throw some steaks on the grill that night and catch up. He tossed me my keys with a new house key on it. Im going by Bonanza and catching up with folks. He looked at me with that dead pan expression that was his trademark, Steaks will be coming off around eight. I.