She moaned so I ventured on. My other hand lowered to the crotch of her panties and pressed in.“Oh, yes, touch me, Bob.” She said and looked at me... and smiled.I pushed in and the crotch of her bikini panties disappeared between her fur lined lips. I could feel her wetness and her clit hardening. Her labia was engorged and full. I knew she was turned on and I pushed her on the bed.That night we fucked like rabbits. Something we rarely did anymore, not that our sex life was bad, but we had been. When I got up I discovered that it was raining out, as I showered, and was getting dressed for work, my boss called and said that the water pips had broken in our office and that he was given the staff the day off. As I looked out my window it suddenly dawn on me that daddy Would be taking the day off as well. With daddy being a construction worker, I knew that he would be giving his men the day off. I was right, because as I started to turn around I felt daddy’s big arms wrap me up in a warn. His hot breath tickled her ear, bringing out goosebumps on her arms."Hey, stop it!" she laughed. "Not in front of the children!" The amusement of the comment hit her and she giggled loudly.The meal consisted of local meats, lettuce and other salad vegetables, pickles and a cold consommé. Lauren refused to cook when the temperature outside approached three figures."Now, I want you honest opinion on this cake. I baked it this morning and you have to try it." Lauren pushed the knife. There were fletchers protruding from her neck. The butt of a half-bow bolt. I grabbed her by the neck, holding pressure on the wound, keeping her upright like I was choking her to elevate the puncture above her heart. It didn’t matter. It was the aorta. She gurgled, her eyes bulging, begging me to do something, anything to save her. She mouthed around bubbles of red spit, then her eyes unfocused, and rolled back. “No.” I whimpered, trying to keep the blood inside her. In a last vain attempt, I.