While Isobel was with Penelope he tried to hack something out. The opening bogged him down to start with: 'Dear Isobel', 'My dear Isobel', 'Dearest Is...obel', 'Hi Isobel!'? In the end he decided it had to be the first. It could not be misconstrued even though it did not carry the affection he felt for her. By Sunday evening he had written as follows:Dear Isobel,I have abided by your wish and have not attempted to see you nor will I until you give me permission. That does not mean that I have. He tasted soooo good as i let my lips and tongue caress his member to a nice hard cock. All I could say to him it was everything i thought it would be. With that he reached down and pulled me up and pushed down my jeans without undoing them taking my panties with them. He turned me and said your about to find out. He drove into to me fully one thrust, god i was so wet. His hands gripping my hips holding in deep grinding i was in heaven. He kissed my neck and one hand gripped my hair and my god. This had become a bit of a tradition for us, a tradition that I was happy to adhere to. I felt the vodka make its way down my throat, its warmth spreading through my body like wildfire. My buzz started to kick in as I found myself starting to get horny. I turned around and faced my ass towards Rodney and sat on his bulge. I started to grind on him as the others looked on. I looked directly at my husband, my eyes wide from the pleasure, biting my lip. He looked back with a slight smile on his. "And you know about me and your mother, so it isn't more than fair that we should know about you, or?" No. Of course, it's just so embarrassing to know that you know that Dad and I..." again her voce just trailed off."So, if you were to move in with us would this make you uncomfortable?" No. Of course not!" Chris said firmly."And you would live here as... What? Daughter?"By now Chris wasn't blushing. Her face seemed to have caught fire and I was afraid that she would suffer a stroke so much.