”“So why haven’t you made an honest woman of my little girl?” Dad asked.“You’re asking the wrong person. Long ago, Alicia made clear that ...she would stay with me as long as I made her happy. Talking about making it permanent made her unhappy.”“Really, Dad,” she said, “you should ask Anne to show you the poems that Craig printed out for her. She has a great collection, and they’re all funny.”They took the hint and changed the subject. When dinner was over, Craig cleared the table and gestured Dad. Fanny always made sure she was well lubed with petroleum jelly when she thought daddy might fuck her ass. She wished she could have her brother in her pussy while daddy pounded her ass but she knew it would never happen. In all the times he fucked her, he never said a word and Fanny never acknowledged that she knew who was fucking her.Thinking back on this made Fanny extremely horny. She stripped off her leotard and lay back on her bed to take care of her itch. She hadn't closed her bedroom. He did not say anything, he dragged me to edge of the cot by holding my two feet as widened as I could with two hands. It was an embarrassing situation for me as I was naked. He made me to sit at the end of the bed with widened legs and started again clitoris biting session, this time I could not resist myself and hold his head and started pressing with boobs.He became mad dog with that. Now again the man hood started getting erected which I could sense. He made me to lie down, and lied on my. I knelt down and grasped my wife's hand, thinking she must be poisoned. I concentrated on her being healed. "Tsariy!" I cried out, and the scarlet light engulfed her."It hurts, Mark," she cried out.The wound on her shoulder was still there, the shock punching me in the gut. The spell had failed to heal her? Why? How?"Oh, God, Mark!"I must have done the spell wrong. I can heal her. I can save my wife. "Tsariy!" Her blood flowed dark from the wound; my tears were hot on my cheek. "Why didn't it.