Libby, the woman who ran it, was very used to lesbian couples. She had bought the house from two lesbians who were going back to the city. Dottie had ...old Margo that Libby chose her partners but that she wasn’t unfamiliar with lesbian sex. Libby was more Margo’s age (around 40) and judging from her accent came from the Midwest. She was a stocky woman, but not fat, with a pleasant face and what was obviously a good-size rack. “I hope we weren’t too …loud last night’, enquired Margo“Oh no…it was. “We're running low on stuff.”“I have to get this work done,” I said, staring at her. Green eyes, a slender body. Her breasts were ripe, though. They thrust up cupped by her tank top. Was she even wearing a bra? “I'm sorry. It's work.”“But I'm bored,” she moaned, her legs kicking.“I know,” I said, trying to be patient. My cock was getting so hard. God, what was wrong with me? Why was I finding my daughter so sexy all of a sudden? That wasn't right at all. It was more than a little fucked up.. But that was a few months ago. Their relationship had already been drowning in the toilet and it had done nothing but swirl in the bowl since then.She looked at the clock and knew the shrew would be "at church" so she could safely call. She dialed his private number which he picked up on the second ring."I miss you already honey," said the voice on the other end."I miss you too daddy," she said softly. "When can you come for a visit? I feel very empty." It will probably be a couple weeks honey,. He gently removed her dress while asking “what have you done my love?” “what has upset you so”He grabbed her panties and pulled them half way down before she screamed “NO don’t” and sat up to stop him removing them.They both looked down at her panties around her knees, the gusset filled with a white substance, traces of it smeared along her inner thighs, the obvious smell of sex wafting up, the horror on her face.“who did this to you? Who raped you?” he asked gently, she was silent and sobbing,.