“Getting him to stop by the house after work, because I want to talk to him about something in private, isn't a problem … we’ve done it before. ...The problem is how to go about it from there. Granted, it's much more about raw sex than it is about romance, but this isn't some guy I’ve just met in a bar, where there might be some kind of expectation. We’ve been throwing little remarks around for years, so short of stripping for him, would he even take it seriously if I offered it to him?”The day. That doesn't sound long, but time stretches out when we're locked together like that. I don't know how he decides when he's finished; sometimes it's longer, sometimes shorter. Eight minutes was pretty typical. His body changed from a relaxed, steady weight pressing down on me to fidgeting and tugging, and as he pulled back, my opening swelled and leaked out droplets and streamers of still very warm doggy cum. I put one hand back so I could feel the bulge at my opening as he pulled back, and it. As I moved to my driver’s door, I heard sounds coming from the car parked next to me. With my curiosity now piqued, I approached the car to investigate the source of the sounds. I was concerned because I could hear a woman’s voice, interspersed with soft moans. My first thought was that a woman might be experiencing a medical problem.I could not see anyone in the car, until I looked through the back passenger window. My vision was obscured a bit because of a reflection on the window. I. How can you do such a filthy thing? What is wrong with you? Look at your father when i'm speaking to you, woman!!!"He then snatches the dildo from his daughter's trembling hands."Is this what you want? Huh? Is it? Is this what turns my little girl on? Is this what you masturbate to?" Yes dad, yes. It is. I'm so sorry, dad. Please forgive me. Please don't tell mom. I'm so, so, sorry. Please don't tell on me..." Well 'sorry' won't do you any good young lady. How can you think of doing such a.