"Hello Girls. Ashley, have you finished straightening the tack room yet. I see several bridals hanging over the last stall down there, which need to b...e put away. Sorry to interrupt your little meeting, but this work needs to be done. Get to it," he spoke to Ashley, but his eyes were on Simone and her hands clutching at her crotch sitting on the hay bale.Ashley leapt up quickly and headed down towards the bridals. Dad stood not two feet away from the bale Simone was sitting on, his crotch at her. I almost felt bad for putting her in this situation, but she looked so amazing that I could not help myself, I wanted more, I needed more. I needed her to cum in my mouth and I needed to cum in hers. Whatever it took I was going to get what I wanted. I began to kiss under her breasts and work my way down her stomach. She shivered slightly under my lips. Every time she shivered I bit at her skin and she let out a moan. My pussy throbbed at the thought of what her pussy was going to taste like. I. Her and the other youngsters working locally used to pile into cars of a Saturday night and head off to the local dance hall. After a few weeks she fell for a French boy called Amedi who drove a Simca. One night, after the dance finished and everyone else had got lifts home, Maggie and Amedi walked back to the Simca having enjoyed a few glasses of 'limonade rouge' as the local firewater was called! They sat in the front seats holding hands and giggling about the rockn'roll dancing they had been. Sure he didn't know the full story of the family of the 'mother-in-law' or know the history of the son but John and his sister seemed very reluctant to dirty their hands in this move. He rang the bell, he rang it again and slowly the door opened. "Mrs. Cooper?" he asked. "I am a friend of John and his sister I have known them for ages and they asked if I could assist you in your move into 'care'."Although her welcome was pretty well non-existent he was invited in. He had seen the state of.