An older woman, probably in her 40's, sat on the couch naked with her legs spread open and a huge Great Dane between them with his head in her crotch.... The woman's thigh was blocking the view a little, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that the dog was busy licking her pussy. Her butt was barely hanging on to the couch, and John could hear her urging the dog on. They must have been at it a while, because he saw her shudder with orgasm, then relax as the dog cleaned her cunt out. Just. Looking up at him, I kept rubbing my clit gasping and releasing my lip from my teeth as I spoke,”Yeah?” I titled my head to the side and whimpered. He looked dumbstruck, a small red glow covering his cheeks. “I-I made lunch, princess…” He stammered (I made him stammer!).I could see how hard I was making him, his cock dripping already against his shorts. Moaning and squeaking, I pulled my hand away, licking at my fingers before speaking. “I dunno if I'm hungry for food right now, Daddy,” I. He didn't think about fucking his daughter either. He just did that too. Patricia's moans were going up in octave even faster than they had in the back yard. This time she got off so fast that Tom didn't cum with her.It was only then, as his daughter lay panting to catch her breath again, that Tom thought to ask about the implications of what they were doing. "Are you on the pill Patricia?" When she shook her head no, Tom commented, "I should pull out then."Tom didn't pull out though. He just. Anyway, clipping service? What is that?”“They search the papers, print and online, for mentions of whatever parameters you set. For you, it is your name, the trial, Everett Reilly, Jake Reilly, the four girls you rescued and I have nationwide amber alerts for missing children.”“That’s ... that’s awesome! So, I guess something came up if you are just telling me about this now?”Dean nodded but looked a bit uncomfortable. “Yeah. Look, I can have them copy you on the emails if you want, but like.