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"But I wish like hell that she would!" "I hate to tell you this, Daddy, but she's never going to. She thinks you're a child molester. She thinks that you've been molesting Bill's daughter." "You mean Trish?" "Yeah." "Oh God! I'd never do something like that!" John insisted, lying through his teeth, as he was thinking about that "special night" that he had with Trish, back in 2006. " I know that, and you know that. But a few years back, Mom found a pair of panties hidden at the bottom of your dresser drawer. And she assumed that they belonged to Trish." Lisa abruptly stopped her slow-but-steady hand-pumping of John's penis. "So please tell me that those aren't Trish's panties," Lisa said, pointing towards the pair of panties that were lying on the vanity countertop. John reached over onto the vanity countertop, picked the panties up, and held them right up in front of Lisa's face. "These are the same panties that Jan indian found that day. But they're definitely not Trish's panties. They were Val's panties. Back when she was just a teenager." John grabbed the gallon-size plastic freezer bag that was on the vanity countertop, gently placed the panties into the bag, zipped the bag up, folded it in half, and stuck it in the pocket of his pants, which--along with his underwear--were wrapped tautly around his thighs. "You mean your twin sister, Valerie?" Lisa asked. "Yes, that's exactly who I mean." "So you stole a pair of her panties? "No. She gave them to me herself," said John. "Are they soiled panties?" "Yes, they are. And they're going to stay that way forever, if I have any say in the matter." "Wow! You 'got it on' with your own sister, didn't you?" "I didn't say that , now did I?" "No. But it's the way that you said it. You did 'get it on' with Val, didn't you, Daddy?" "Yes. But it's not what you think. We just 'did it' that one time. That's all." "Well, once is enough," Lisa flippantly remarked. "Oh, no it isn't. Believe me!" John said, slowly shaking his head from side-to-side. with your wet swim trunks and see your big dick that I indian knew my “Oh, I’ve always heard it called a cowboy bath, never heard it called a whore’s bath,” I said chuckling. So far we had been on horseback for over three months, we had not travelled fast, but were now getting somewhat saddle weary. Looking at the photos on the dresser, she saw a photo of her new self together with a good looking athletic guy who also looked familiar. Take me now. “Holy fucking shit!” She cried out, but I just kept fucking her. But more than that, the way she dressed gave her the perfect combination of confident and sexy. He pulled his fingers out of her nose and watched her puking up beer and blood. Within a couple of minutes though I felt the pressure from her anus relax a little and figured she was ready now for my thick cock. Now fuck our daughter's cunt. His pants were off in a second and my face was greeted with his semi flaccid cock.