Four months had passed since they had packed up their belongings and began the westward journey, and the rough terrain was now becoming a burden on th...e expecting mother. Samuel had made the decision to inform the wagon master in the morning that this was as far as he and his wife would go and the camp sight they had set up would be their new home.Samuel began constructing their home as he slept, and soon after the other wagons had re-started their journey his task of building the house in his. “Write up my report.”“Good, good,” I moaned. “That’s all that happened here. Just radio it in. No crime happened. You spoke to my daughter. She and her friend...” I searched for a guy’s name. “Her friend, Dennis Marshal, confessed. You admonished them. So no evidence of molestation. Repeat that.”As she spoke, I fought my groans. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as my daughter’s tongue fluttered around my asshole. She darted around my sphincter. It was wicked. Heat shuddered through me. Her. We had our run-ins and went from having coffee to actually dating. We would later develop feelings and the natural progression led us to becoming very close friends. I was on the other side of the tracks. Lindsey was one of the good ones, straight and narrow, bending the rules of good common sense. Why she was here baffled the fuck out of me.Later that afternoon the doctor came in during his rounds. He poked, prodded and had a nurse take off my head bandage. He grunted appropriate doctor shit,. "You should have screwed him, Daniel. You let him get away with it." Not really, Tracey. I suddenly remembered something. The Council will give him planning consent, but always in such consent they include the responsibility for re-homing tenants whose homes are demolished. If he buys the property now, he has to do that and I have capital to buy more houses. However that purchase would probably be in north Essex or south Suffolk. Whenever he completes he still has sitting tenants to re-home and.