I walked into the kitchen and announced have you seen my pen? I had it in here last night. This was said As I bent over to seem like I was looking und...er the table for it while facing the sink where the noise came from. "What the fuck are you doing young lady?" I heard dad yell and I jerked up hitting my head on the underside of the table. I yelled and rubbed my head. I couldn't find the words to answer dad. All I could think of why the hell is he still here."Why the hell don't you have. He held my head gently and facefucked me. I could feel his foreskin roll back in my mouth and I sucked his smooth, exposed cockhead and swallowed it into my throat.I reached up and ran my hands through the luxurious fur on his abdomen and chest, fascinated by the thickness and length. I felt his strong pecs and flicked at his hard nipples that protruded through the thick mat of fur. I felt completely manic, I wanted to experience all of him at once. I wanted to suck and lick his feet, rim. Very strict. Why did I think of that, during this attack, and then I thought, now, how I loved him for it? That feeling struck me deeply and I told myself at my first opportunity, if I had one, I would hug him around his neck, whiskers and all, and apologize to him and make sure he knew that I understood why he was so strict. Please, God, let me hug Mom and Dad again. If only I’d listed to his constant nagging about me being safe and being in groups with friends and staying away from bad boys,. I continued to sip my wine and looked around the room. I saw Sam walk in and I turned quickly away, not wanting him to see that I’d been looking at him. I’d finished the last of my dessert and glass of wine, but Derek had ordered his third Scotch. I was debating whether to leave or stay. I knew how Derek would start behaving and I really didn't want to be around. When Derek starts heavy drinking, he becomes obnoxious, someone I don't like at all. Now, as he finished his third drink, he.