His job at the newspaper wasall he had.Mark was an up-and-coming reporter in a medium-sized Midwestern town. Aftergraduating with honors from Columbia..., he was hoping to make it big asworld-renowned journalist.But what Mark soon realized was the big story wasn't going to come to him.He was going to have to go after it. Unless there was a major governmentscandal locally or some sort of disaster, he was never going to draw enoughnational attention to his journalistic skills that could land him. .. It was REAL ... ...We just started going at it like fucking a****lS !!! ... not kissing ... JUST SUCKING ON EACHOTHER'S LIPS, TONGUES, CHEEKS AND CHINS ... my hand trying to grasp her breast through the vest and long sleeved shirt that covered it …. fingers prying into the shirt, popping buttons and reaching into the under wire bra to find a solid breast .. the nipple standing at attention ... hard as a bullet ... her grasping talon of a hand cupping my balls and package though my black. They entered, and it was for single people, so Kyle flipped the lock on the door. Immediately, Krystal began kissing her dad, thrusting her tongue into his mouth; he pulled her dress up, grabbed her ass through her panties, and thrust his hard dick against her.“Fuck me, Daddy! Please fuck me! Please, please, please fuck your nasty, little girl!” He turned her around and ripped her panties off. “You want it, Krystal? You want your daddy’s big dick?” Then he undid his pants, pulled them and his. " She said, patting him on the shoulder. She really wanted a little time to get her wits about her. For some reason her heart beat hard in her chest, and she found it difficult to concentrate. She was happy that she could finally consummate her marriage with her husband tonight, not a moment too soon. She looked over at her father-in-law as he drank back a double bourbon. It didn't occur to her that the glint in his eye as he smiled back at her was not fatherly affection, but a growing desire.