.."She nodded, almost demurely, and softly said, "Would you carry me daddy, like you did when I was little?"He lifted her in his arms and took her to ...his bedroom, and then laid her on the bed. Slowly, he stripped and stood before her. Nearly forty years of age, he was still a hunk, and even though he was her father, Corrine still thought that his body was beautiful. She looked at his penis standing up long and stiff, its tip shining with a clear fluid, and her heart and temples pounded.Raging. It turns me on to tease you. I’m fired up already. My panties feel moist and I’ve got that delightful tingling in my pussy. Time to play with you… hmm, let me see… I’ve got a little mayonnaise on my lips... I wonder if it’ll get you hot to watch me lick it off? I’ll do it provocatively, one finger in my mouth, sucking absentmindedly… oh yes, you moved I saw you!You randy bastard, you like that, don’t you? I bet you pretended it was cum I was licking off my lips. Yours, perhaps. You’d love me to. Before we arrived at the turnoff for Morton Farm Lane, a county sheriff and a state police car had joined in. I could just imagine the conversation going on over the radio frequency. "Who are these people? What agency are they from?"I was ½ a mile ahead of the others when I made the turn onto Morton lane. It ran a mile in a hedge row before it made a right turn into the open 1300 acre field and then a mile to the house and buildings.When I made the turn into the open field a set of headlights. "After loading a magazine in the rifle Patrick adjusted the wind age and elevation settings on the scope and he fired several magazines of ammunition through it. Between firings he adjusted the scope settings until they were just right."After letting the rifle cool off for a few moments he picked it up loaded in another magazine and proceeded to shoot the rifle some more. Halfway through the magazine the scope mount fell off the rifle and hit the ground with a slight thump.Patrick picked it up.