Large paintings of single flowers in bold colors were on the walls. On the living room table was a large bowl of guacamole and chips sitting next to t...he biggest bouquet of flowers Billy had seen outside a funeral home. ‘Did someone die?’ he asked. ‘Chad brought those. Aren’t they just lovely?’ Mrs. Gresham responded. ‘I think though, that they should be in the corner, so that we can appreciate them without blocking our view. Chad, do you mind?’ Mrs. Gresham had him put the flowers under the. D.?” “Yes,” I said. She was a petite four-foot-ten. Her hair was dishwater blonde, and her eyes were hazel. She had rather thin, but cute, sexy lips. I noticed a slight accent. It was part Southern and part something else. She told me she was a Cajun woman from south of New Orleans. “Wait a moment! How can she be from ‘south of New Orleans?’” I thought. There was nothing but mud, swamps, and ocean south of New Orleans! Well, maybe not! We met at a coffee shop. She had a beautiful smile. I. "Go for it, Dad! Fuck her!" both Matt and Bill shouted together."Oh, honey, don't keep our little girl waiting," Maureen purred, running her hands over her own tits. "She needs it so bad! Shove your big prick up her cunt!"And the family moved in on Greg and his daughter, all of them excitedly watching the incestuous couple. Jody reached out for her daddy, pulling him close to her trembling body."Okay, watch this, everybody!" Greg husked as he thrust forward from the hips and rammed his cock. She was arranging a bed for me when I moved towards the guest room.She was in the same posture she used to be, back at our home. It started reminding me of my feelings on her. I was worried. I quickly turned back and waited outside.Di – “How long were you waiting here?” (she asked as she was moving out of the room)Me – “Just a couple of minutes.”Di – “You should’ve come inside right.”Me – “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”Di – “You have become more formal these days!”Me – “Our parents’.