She’s ripe and ready for you. She’s taken her medication and she’s passed out.”My dick ached. Even after a month of fucking my fourteen-year-o...ld daughter while she slept, I was still eager to feel her hot, tight flesh wrapped about my cock. It was so wrong. So forbidden.So wonderful.It had all been my wife’s wicked idea to molest our sleeping daughter. After Tiffany was diagnosed with Sleeping Beauty Syndrome, which sounded completely made-up to me, she had to take a powerful medication that. Al looked at us momentarily then selected Emma. “Over here, bitch, lay over the arm.” Al gestured towards the sofa opposite to where we were sitting. Emm eagerly hurried across, and hung her body over the sofa arm. Pointing at Red, Al said, “You, bitch, warm her cunt up.” Red didn’t need telling twice as she made her way to prepare Emm’s cunt with her tongue. With Emm nice and moist, Red was sent back to our sofa to watch the ritual fucking of our friend. We sat there holding hands as we. "..."Done." Anything else we can do right now?" Not that I can think of." Ok. I'm signing out kids. I'll let you know if I have any more ideas." Later Tjampion." Bye Tjampion!"I let out a big sigh and lean back in my chair."Time to talk to Mom?" I think we have to."I turn towards Mom. She's obviously anxious. I start talking. "Mom, firstof all, you don't need to worry about me." Hu... hu... honey? You need to explain to me what just happened."I search for a way to explain it to her. My brain is. “Having you cut while I nail cut the time in half. Well ... We’ve got three more walls and the dining room to do. The stiles will all be nineteen and a half, but the rails will differ based on the geometry of the wall.”“Do we have enough one-bys?” she asked.“More than enough. Let’s tackle this wall next.”Adam nailed the final piece. “Look at this -- the job’s done and it’s only half past noon,” he said. “We made short work of it. Want to break for lunch? Are you hungry?”“I’m famished. I didn’t.