"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I wish there was something I coulddo." You could bring them over to watch me jog on the treadmill," Linda'svoice sang. "That... would entertain them, for sure." I wish I could. But, that would be a lot more entertainment than theold man bargained for!" Bruce laughed."Grrrr," Linda growled."I know," Bruce sighed. "I promise, I'll make it up to you later." You better," Linda replied flatly."Oh, you know I will," Bruce boasted."Mmm-hmm. We'll see." I'm sorry, honey. . That was before we branched out to features in the 1990s. Most of them were pretty decent people. I guess it was a different generation. The TV stars from the 1970s and 1980s didn’t advertise their drug habits or marital infidelities.”“The only real media that focused on those things back then were the tabloids,” Phil pointed out. “Now, celebrity dysfunction is a cottage industry.”“True,” Edmonds said. “Still, the people back then just seemed, I don’t know, more authentic. Maybe it was because. My sexy, beautiful girl.”“Daddy!” she moaned, her pussy clenching around my cock.I thrust into her depths as she shuddered. My hands untucked her blouse. I shoved my hands up beneath her top, sliding up to grip her breasts constrained in her satin bra, brushing the lace trimming them. I squeezed her and pounded her. I buried to the hilt in her. My balls smacked into her flesh.I kissed my daughter. She whimpered, moaned. A wonderful bliss shot through me. It was an incredible delight to. " Ray" he said. A bit further down the path we passed a couple going the other way. That was good as it meant there was probably no more than a couple of other people around. We reached the far side and made our way down a path into a wooded area. We didn't have to go far before we were totally hidden from anyone's view. I handed him the spare pantyhose and he took them and stood there looking unsure what to do next. I told him there was nothing to be afraid of and to prove it I removed my.