I was becoming more and more involved in the day to day running of the boat hire company and the crane hire side of it was booming too."We need a base... young David" he said one morning, "A yard where we can keep the crane and service it" Well if you recall Frank, we do own a little bit of land opposite me" Yes but "Four Square" own that, not the boat company and I thought about that for a moment,"Why don't we sell the crane to "Four square" and form another company, call it "Four Square" plant. My son began to moan out loud, "oh yes Megan...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna fuck'n cum!" "Do it Lex, fucking cum in her nice pussy. Fill your sisters’ pussy up with cum!" My son did just what I told him to do. He tilted his head back, as his pace quickened even more. He grunted loudly, yelled out, "Here it comes! I'm cumming sis!" I could tell he was pumping his huge cum load into my daughters’ pussy. My daughter mewed like a kitten as I held her head on my cock. My son pulled his prick out of his. She kept hugging me to her."Come to ours," I said as I opened her door for her. "Tomorrow, Christmas afternoon?"She nodded."What are your plans?" she asked."Staying till Saturday and then driving back. You want to come back then as well?" Yes please," and she smiled that smile, reached up and kissed me. I kissed her back. It was gentle and affectionate. "Will you have some room in your car for my stuff? It won't all fit in mine." No problem," I said and we kissed again."See?" she said. "Again,. My suspicion is that he does his deals when I'm out of town for the day — like last week when I had to go to Miami for that Ag Department update on citrus canker, or he does a run when he thinks that it's too late at night to expect me to swing by the packing house. I don't think that he grasps that each load of the fruit is tracked with GPS units and computer ID chips that have to tie to our shipments. If he doesn't enter a load into the computer system manually it doesn't mean that it goes.