I hear voices of these people within these flashbacks. My ears never sleep. My brain is constantly awake.A nurse is coming from behind. No, it is not ...a nurse, it is Edmund who has been here for thirty-three years. He is pacing up and down the hallway. He is a very lonely creature, even though he has all the money in the world. His father controls a large corporation, and Edmund remains his only son. Their corporation makes shot guns and rifle cartridges supposedly. Edmund is now scaring me. His. As they drove to the mountains, her parents deep in conversation in the front seat, Helen lounged in the back, sunlight warming her body, wondering what Christen might be doing at that moment. Closing her eyes, the towhead imagined her best friend watching TV, or staying late in bed. Either way, she preferred to envision her buxom companion still wearing that threadbare night gown she always wore to bed. Occasional sleepovers proved the blonde had only one bedtime attire: the thin, pink. He would be shocked, for sure, but would he enjoy it, or would he become angry, knowing that it was his own daughter wanting his thick cock? Maybe that plan was too abrupt. Stepping forward, I slid the shower door open. He turned his head and saw me standing there naked in front of him. He could see that I was examining his wet, naked body, especially staring at his large cock, hanging down between his legs. "Move over, dad," I said softly and stepped in with him without giving him time to. She began moaning as she rocked her hips back and forth on my face, spreading all of her cunt juices all over me. I was loving every second of it. She then moved down more so I could have access to her ass. I began licking and tonguing as much as I possibly could. At this point, my dick was harder than it had ever been before. My tongue was so incredibly deep in her ass that I could taste her insides and what a taste it was! Danielle then lowered her mouth to my dick, as I was still continuing.