" "You're not a dirty old man." she said against the base of his throat. "You're my daddy, and the best fuck in the whole world. Why did I do it tonig...ht? Well--I just couldn't stand it any longer, and when you and mom drank so much, I thought maybe I could sneak in here and you'd screw me and not know the difference." Now that they were being open with each other, sharing their love and their bodies, Lorena hated to lie to him, but she didn't dare tell her daddy the truth, not yet. For the. At this point my wife rolled over to face me and started to make out with me on the bed. I pulled her skirt all the way around her waist to get better access to her pussy. I looked around and noticed that we had now become the center show for the group. I whispered that into my wife’s ear and she responded, well, let’s give them a show then. She crawled down to the end of the bed on her knees and undid my pants and pulled my cock out while I was on my back. She took my cock into her mouth. Jenkins, seeing the girl's fear; placed his hand on hers to calm her."There is a way..." he smiled at them.Karen looked up with hope in her eyes."What? We'll do anything, Mr. Jenkins! I promise!" Gretchen exclaimed.Jenkins face went dead serious as he stared at Gretchen. Then without a word he unzipped his fly and pulled his prick from it. Picking up Karen's small hand, her pressed it into his sex, rubbing it all over his swelling cock-flesh."Are you girls really willing to do anything?" he. My re-purposed gunsafe had been the most difficult to get into the building.I put a blanket on the work bench, which I used as a dining table, and began to pile weapons on it. First, I put in the light sniper rifle. I had three of sniper rifles but the one I chose was the .22magnum bolt action, single shot Remington. I had a letter from the man who supposedly used the rifle in the cross country rifle Winter Olympic trials of the 1950s. It was a highly accurate, lightweight weapon and would be.