You’ve waited so long...”I let out the breath I had been holding in when she turned to address him and removed her hand from my groin. Despite my ...... disturbing feelings about it, her hand had somehow successfully aroused me and I was at full hardon. I tried to blame the drink we had sipped in the car, but I wasn’t sure that she hadn’t had some sort of magical ability herself.I was relieved when my grandmother went one way and we went another.My father, seeing my expression, said, “I’m sorry. This would be difficult as all of his porn was filled with small framed women with tight bodies and small tits, just like Jess! He stroked his cock as he had done many of times over the years, hoping to clear his mind and get past what he had seen. It didn't take long before he shot streams of cum all over his magazine. And although he blew one of the biggest loads he ever shot, he still couldn't get the image of his beautiful, naked daughter out of his head.Meanwhile, Jess got out of bed and. “Yes! ... No, I shot my friend!”“Yes, then you hit yourself with your shotgun!”“No, the ‘Invisible Man’ hit me with my gun!”Bob flashed me and we made him start hitting himself with both hands. The cops were losing it watching the perp slugging himself.Bob said, “See the ‘Invisible Man’ is doing it again!”“No he’s not! I am! I mean he’s making me hit myself!”The sergeant chuckled, then handcuffed the perp’s hands behind his back. “Well, Gee Whiz, he doesn’t seem to be hitting you NOW? He’s not. And it wasn't because she knew better than anyone else what to do. Ever since their eviction, they'd been wandering aimlessly beside the north periphery of the M11 motorway on which only the wealthy could travel and alongside which an electrified fence acted as a barrier to any invasion from rabid foxes and desperate plebs.There was probably once a time when Epping Forest was a desirable part of North London in which to live, but there was nothing particularly special about it now. The plague.