"Bill laughed his signature honking nerd laugh. "I guess it's just a gift," he said, pushing his underwear down and putting them with the rest of his ...dirty laundry. "And now, I'm going to shower and then catch a couple hours sleep before we go to the sound check." Amen to that," Jake agreed, dropping his towel on the bed so he could get dressed. "A little nap is just what I need. But first I'm gonna call Angie and let her know we got here safely. What time is it back in L.A? Is it three hours. Still did for that matter and now mom tells me that she's a slut. I smiled and my mind started churning as I tried to figure out how I was going to get my hands on those tits. Mom saw the smile, "What's the matter baby, tired of me all ready?" Not hardly mom; it's just that I've had the hots for Aunt Cathy for years." Have you now? Well I guess you had better take good care of mommy if you expect her to help you get your aunt."Two weeks went by and nothing more was said about Aunt Cathy, but I. *****Please do excuse me for not introducing myself sooner. As this story is more or less a confession, I’m going to go by the alias of “Nat” or “Natalie” and I’m also going to withhold lots of personal details. Call me cowardy-custard if you will but, as I understand it, the UK authorities still frown upon girls who fuck their daddies. And, as you are about to find out, I have fucked my daddy a lot of times.Right then; what can I safely say about myself? I’m a final year student at a nameless. ..They'd arrived at the small-town fair, she and her dog, and her partner. She was nervous, all right. Trembling with unease; bravado for cover. They found their way by dint of inquiry to the registration tent, where she entered with head held high and announced her intention to run. The local farmers smiled uneasily, acknowledging the rippling quads beneath her bike-shorts, her bright eyes, easy athleticism."Fair chance there," they thought. "Prefer a local girl though," they confessed to.