....... by which I mean 'London'....... The Janus shop is in Soho just off Piccadilly CIrcus... for all you 'Foreigners') just visible. I took a photo... of that as well.I went to work the following morning feeling quite excited and could hardly wait to get home that evening. Of course I had to attend some damned meeting and was late, but I was in my bedroom looking for clues by 9pm, digi pix from the previous night in my hand! Not only had she moved the tawse, she had also it would seem taken the. What no that can’t be it. I won’t let that be it. I’m not gonna leave. I walked towards her bedroom door and opened it. There she was, knelt down on all fours on the mattress on the floor, with her clothes in the corner of the room. Her white ass was in the air. I could see her pussy lips and asshole. Her head was cocked and looking at me. “Well come on.” She said. My pants were down to the ground and off before she could finish talking. I got on my knees behind her, not even bothering with my. She also was holding me tightly. I had a thought that had occurred to me before but this time I expressed it in a question. “Do you think that someday dad will leave and not come back?” “Wouldn’t blame him if he did,” Liz said. “I’d miss him but I don’t think I would miss their arguing,” I commented. “He won’t…don’t worry,” she added. She moved a leg and it came in contact with my half hard dick. She did not move her leg away. I could feel my dick slowly grow hard and I was sure she. I comforted him and we became inseparable.We took long walks in the woods surrounding our farm. We had oak trees,many conifers, huckleberry patches and a stream that flowed languidlythrough the pasture. Our favorite retreat was a small clearing coveredwith pine needles in the midst of a small copse of evergreens. There inthis peaceful, fragrant bower we would lounge. I would caress and strokehim -- he loved my attention.We walked along the stream, occasionally catching an unwary crayfish.