“I can’t tell you,” I said. “Oh come on! I just saved you!” she protested. I glanced in the mirror, checked my lipstick was in place. “T...d,” I said quickly. “Let’s get back!” I added, racing off before she had a chance to reply. Back in the hall I didn’t make eye contact with Ted and just carried on with what I was doing. The handcuffs were now stuffed in my pocket and I was conscious of them rattling while I walked. I didn’t know what his plan had been but since I was back here it obviously. Within that new found hindsight which comes with maturity of adulthood Ihad to dispense with the delusion that my mother had no idea of myinclinations. In my own defence I only knew her in the first six years ofmy life before she was cruelly snatched away from me by a drunk driverwho mowed her down as she stood unaware on the pavement.Yes hindsight can be a wonderful tool in life to boost ones learning andexperience in order to make one wiser. However it is a double edged swordwhich can force. She said, “It’s ok daddy, I want you to.” Oh fuck, my dad was watching porn of a dad about to fuck his daughter. I stared as the man pushed into her bald pussy. I saw as she gripped the sheets as she took him inside her. The man moaned, “Oh fuck, oh fuck you feel good. Oh fuck, you’re tight.”I looked to my dad and saw he had his hand down his shorts, he was stroking his cock as he watched this dad fucking his daughter. I stepped closer. I watched as the dad pushed his cock all they way inside. I started to part my legs slowly, inviting his hand up further between my thighs. Mike let his hand follow my invitation, his rough finger tips by this time were centimeters from my soaked through black lace frenchies. By this time I was lay flat on my back, him laying on his side leaning over my small body under his hard muscles. His lips making his way down my neck as his fingers were rubbed against my shaven pussy which was under the lace his fingers touched. His mouth met my chest, he moved.
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