We hadn’t discussed anything, but it was an unspoken certainty. She wanted our little relationship as much as I did.At the hotel she sat down discre...tly while I checked in, putting her down as my wife. It was one of those sterile, very functional hotels with no personality and a dead sound in the corridor.As soon as the door closed behind us we were in each other’s arms and I was slipping her coat off and unzipping her knee-length cream polyester dress. As it slid to the floor she put it in the. Inside there were three glossy photographs, close- ups of a young girl sucking a very hefty cock indeed. In the first shot only the tip of the swollen head was inside her ovalled mouth, and her eyes were wide open, registering shock or fear. From the way the photograph was cut it looked like her disembodied head had been stuck on the end of the mighty shaft the way warring South American tribes used to plant the heads of their victims on the ends of their spears.In the second photo the girl's. “Bend over.” “Mmmmm…yes daddy…” Britney did as she was told. Brad slid his daughter’s shorts down her tan thighs and was almost eye to eye with her pink pussy as it peeked at him from between her ass cheeks. In one swift motion, he was up to his hips in her. His thick cock sunk deep into her young wetness. Again, she whimpered and squealed a little as her father’s cock spread her wide open. He started pounding hard and fast. There was no passion, just raw, carnal fucking. She had gotten to cum. ) But the police said there was also a ripped fragment of women’s clothing at the scene.Wendy came over Tuesday evening, excited and eager once again to retreat to the bedroom. Danny retreated with her, but once the door was shut he showed her the story in the paper.“Oh, that’s terrible!” said Wendy, but her composure wavered.“That can’t be a coincidence, right?”“Oh! I was on a trip with my family Sunday, I told you.”“I called your mother and asked casually how her day had been Sunday, and she.