“I do. I just don’t want to do it on my father’s terms. So, you’re wasting your time”“What are those?”“He orders me to put on a suit, ...to clean up this place, to lose weight, to apply my education to a better job, and to get a girlfriend.”“It’s the ordering that bothers you, not the goals?”“Right, but once he orders me, I run the opposite way from what he wants me to do. I always have, and he doesn’t learn. I guess I’m wired that way. I kinda like how I am too.”“Well, he’s not here issuing. I didn't want to tell you, for fear you would turn me down. Please, cum inside me ... Daddy, please — oh, Daddy, make a grandbaby with me, please?" Ruthie was crying through all of this!I don't know if it was the moment or the words she just said, but I came, big and hard, inside my own daughter, filling her up, with, I don't know if it is 'the good stuff' or 'blanks, ' but either way, Ruthie and I've never been closer to than right now.I pulled her towards me and we kissed some more and I felt. Danny read the articles with some interest because it represented a new approach to the current discussion of that fateful Sunday in 1972 and he wanted to believe they were accurate but it seemed all too convenient considering past history with the reporting on the Troubles and he was inclined to view it all with a bit of skepticism.Ever since he had married Molly almost twenty years ago, Danny had made a daily effort to stay removed from the thoughts of the violent past and carefully avoided. Instinctively I swallowed. Then taste was exquisite. I wanted more. Another took his place. I drained each beautiful black cock one at a time. I could not swallow all the cum. It was all over my naked body. I started to rub it into my skin. I was still delirious with lust even after cumming so many times. We all started to settle down. The boys started to explain that they had been watching me sunbathing for several weeks through little holes in the fence. I just happened to catch them today..