I slept out on the balcony, comfortable enough considering that it was the first time I'd been back sleeping in the plantation since I was twelve year...s old. My father hadn't believed in being too controlling of his children, especially with me. He pretty much let me make my own living and eating decisions as long as I reported in to either him or Willie at least a couple of times each week.In the ten years before his death, I couldn't remember my father ever needing to come looking for me. I. I looked up and my daughters face was right in front of me and John was fucking her from behind. We both looked into each others faces and we both knew that we were enjoying it. It was really, like mother, like daughter! We both loved to fuck, no doubt about it! After a while, I heard my daughters reaction were slightly different as if she was in a mixture of pain and in pressure. and so I whispered to her to check whether she was alright. She looked at me in slight agony but smiled at the same. Why did I have tears in my eyes? The bitch'd forget me in a week. Maybe she'd take up with May or something. That pair of lezzies would be good together. I'd have to make that clear quick, I wasn't some lezzie after all.I unclipped 'teddy' from my bag and put him up on my desk, petting the cat's eye I'd given him and running my other hand through my own slit. Lying down, I started to fuck myself. A light petting at first, but then I started to feel mad. Taking the dildo, I rammed myself with it. She begged him to settle down, to be the husband and father she honestly thought he could be, but he would have none of it. Eventually my mother got fed up. She sold the house my grandfather had given us when my parents were married for a pittance of two-hundred dollars. She said by the time she had made up her mind to leave, things were so bad that she could not stand the idea of waiting for a more realistic offer for the house. I was two years old, my brother a newborn. She packed the three.