Fuck me like that! Pound that cunt daddy!!" Breathing intensely and losing all control. She let it go much to my delight. "Yeah baby girl...you wanted... this right?" Staying in good condition and running as much as I do I don't get taxed as much and breath too heavily. I was enjoying giving Della the pounding she begged for. She did beg for it. "You wanted that nasty cunt of yours fucked right baby girl? You wanted your daddy to do it.....yeah...fuck you like a good little whore...Daddy's. I wondered why she wasn’t angry and then I realised that she had caught me red-handed, as it were. She came over to me, took my hand and led me to the bed. Without saying a word she kissed me full on the lips. She took my hand in hers and put it on one of her large breasts. Then she unbuttoned my blouse. I was shy at first, but as she kissed me more, I started to squeeze harder. Then she stopped kissing me and knelt up in front of me on the bed. She moved her breast so that it was in front of. "Father Stephen was sitting in one of Diana's more comfortable chairs - a chair much favoured by the absent and already deeply missed Fortescue. He was looking at the paper with a magnifying glass. He wondered how this document had come to be reposing in Diana's attic. He tried vainly to recall the names of all the fellow conspirators. Maybe hthe brain might begin to function after another glass of her excellent old Cognac? Diana must be psychic! The glass was refilled without his needing to. "Maybe" came my reply. "Okay, we are in the brown Ford Cortina parked to the left, if your up for it just come and get in the back." With that they both left. I heard the sound of one of the guys in the cubical behind me coming and that made up my mind. I went outside and looked, sure enough there were the two guys in the car. I walked up to it and got into the back. The driver was called Rob and the guy in the back with me was called Phil, Rob was about 35 and Phil maybe 45. Phil said "See.