Tracing this Douglas would be my first goal. An extended search of the phone register on the web gave me only two people named Douglas in our town and... the surrounding villages. A subscription to and a search in the half legal credit register on the net was well-used money for getting further information about these two men. It told me that one of them was a 67 year old retired schoolteacher and I regarded him to be out of question as a lover for Lisa. The other one, a Douglas Lindberg was much. And to my utter shock, my wife started crying. We stood there for a good five minutes before Jessica regained her composure, and we started walking again, now with Kara and me having our arms around Jess.“Do you need to talk about it?” Kara asked gently.Jessica shook her head, “There isn’t really anything to talk about. I just kept wondering what I would do.”“The parents lived?” I asked.“The mom. The dad was driving and was killed on impact and declared dead at the scene.”“That’s horrible!”. He confessed that he loved my thighs very much , maybe because they were milky white and bulky. Meanwhile my MIL also came and sat there and our normal talks began. My bra was out and he hands were crushing my boobs and my MIL was telling about how they pass their tome in Mumbai.She told me that they used to frequently go to the pubs and then my MIL used to enjoy with young people and FIL liked seeing her enjoy with unknown people. They told their past experiences and that made me realise what. Oh yeah baby, tell me more. Make daddy real happy by showing just how much you love him, he would chime in every once in a while. I grew wetter as I whispered and moaned every word to him. I know you want to plunge your hard fat daddy cock in my tiny, little pussy. I know how hard and wet you get when you see me naked on your bed or mine. Remember who pink my little cunt looks? Its still pink, just extremely wet now. Wet for your dick daddy. My pussy was so hot and wet that my fingers slowly.