We didn’t say anything for a while. I felt your eyes upon me and suddenly remembered that I wasn’t wearing very much. Neither were you, I recalled..., blushing. I heard you chuckle a bit. Your voice came from somewhere below my shoulder level. ‘What’s your name?’ you asked. I told you my name. You told me yours. It rolled off my tongue naturally, a fairly common Anglo Saxon name. ‘You don’t sound like someone from my country,’ I said. ‘I have to say the same about you.’ You told me where you were. He bent down and softly began to kiss her over her face, sucking her ear lobe into his mouth. He continued down, kissing her mouth again, seeming not being able to get enough of her. He delved into the crevice of her neck and down over her beautiful mounds of breasts. He began to suckle one then the other alternatively, not letting either one alone for more that a few seconds. He feasted on the nipples which he had sucked until they stood up for him. He licked them with his tongue, bit them. I loved sucking his cock. It was hard and tasted so good, especially when he came in my mouth. I loved eating cum. Almost as much as being fucked.Daddy fucked me for the first time. He changed me from a virgin to a woman. I loved the way he rammed his cock into my pussy. He was so good at it. I thought that mother must have loved making love to Daddy. He only came to me once a month, but it was always the happiest time for me.The morning after the funeral I came downstairs to breakfast and. When he got no response, he slowly opened the door and quietly called out, “Jimmy? Natalie? Where the hell are you?”“That’s so good!” Natalie’s voice rolled down the stairs.“He must be doing a good job.” He thought to himself as he walked up the stairs. He peered in doorway after doorway looking for his son and neighbor. He reached the end of the hallway and found an open door. He peered in to see if anyone was in there.As his eyes looked in the room, he almost fainted at what he saw. Natalie.