She was impressed but at Seventy big cocks just meant a lot of pain, so she prefferred Charles.“He has a woody, do something,” Camilla hissed.“D...on’t be fucking thick I’m not queer,” Charles replied.“Get Sarah,” Camilla hissed.Royal aides had bundled Sarah into the boot of the Range Rover just in case. And wisely so.“Release the hounds,” Charles ordered using the secret code word.Sarah was not amused, “I am not amused.” she said, “One minute I’m signing Budgie the Helicopter books in Poundland. I crept along the edge of the water in that direction.As I moved around a large shrub that overhung the water, I could see her. She was roughly my age; fifty-something, I thought. Her hair was mostly grey. She must have been spectacularly beautiful once because even at her age, she was still great looking. Of course, she was naked. She had waded out about knee deep into the pond and was looking back at the shore. She had smallish breasts, A’s or B’s with tiny pink nipples. She had a tiny bit of. On the way home Rosalie wanted to reassure me. “Sam. I bought an enema today, which I'll use before we start, to clean my bowels out, and some lubricant so that you wont hurt me or yourself. Are you OK with that?” “Hell yes!”Once home, we all stripped as usual. Then Rosalie asked Alicia to help her with the enema in the bathroom while Phil and I waited in the master bedroom.“I'm glad that you have been fucking Rosalie. I feel a bit less guilty about leaving her and going off to Thailand now. "But I ....," he stammered before I cut him off. "Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on father-daughter relationships? Yes I saw it in your room Daddy," I said as I saw him about to protest. "I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters." "Why have you been surfing internet incest sites? Reading stories about fathers making love with their daughters, watching forbidden videos," I demanded. "How come you always get an erection.