She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Finally she blurted it out.“I think I might be pregnant.”As I said, parents always fear the wor...st. Usually, the ‘worst’ involves some horrible disease, or drugs, or prison or something that unalterably changes a promising life into something more along the lines of a trial. But this one caught me off guard. I mean I knew she was a vibrant young woman, not gorgeous, but awfully attractive ... in ways a father isn’t really supposed to view her.. I came up after the funeral, and haven't left. I suppose it's therapy, but I've never been happier in my life. You change things." She was surprised that she said that last. "I don't want to offend you, but I was enjoying being so alone."He was smiling. "Yeah, that's one of the things that made me come back. Being up here is so natural." He ducked his head again. "I don't feel so angry at the world up here."He stopped, and she said nothing. She looked at his downcast face. She got up and sat. I 'erked' the door shut, grabbed the six-pack of Busch from the truck bed and led Becky into the house. I put the beer in the fridge, then I said, "If you still want the wham bam then the bedroom is back there.” I pointed down the hallway. I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and socks and started walking towards my room.Becky said, "Can I use the bathroom?" I told her she could. It was typical. Girls wanted to have one last look at themselves before a boy gets to see them. I’ll inspect. First, she slowly slid it in and out, an inch further each time with it turned off. She wanted each experience to last as long as possible.“Oh, auntie, that feels so good, fuck me slowly,” Rosie groaned to herself as the fake cock slid in and out. Each stroke sending a quiver through her young body.Mary knew what she liked done to her and moved to the next level of her seduction. Leaning forward, she pushed her tongue into the tight young arsehole and flicked on the vibrator.Suddenly, Rosie’s.