I slept very little that night.----------------------------The morning came and as I awoke, guilt flooded me anew. Last night I fucked my 16 year old ...daughter and I couldn't deny that it was the greatest experience of my life. I wanted to blame the alcohol but I didn't even have the suspicion of a hangover.How would I face my angel this morning? I knew I hurt her deeply. Last night I heard her crying in her room for hours but I couldn't find the courage to be a father and comfort her. It wasn't. Maybe my being gay would solve that problem for me. Doubtful Daddy wanted me working by his side on the farm now. "No queer better be in my home," he had said.I climbed down from the truck and headed for the pond. Settling down underneath a tree, I listened to the frogs' croakin' and watched some fish jumpin'. Sunset was coming and there wasn't a prettier sight on the farm. I wanted to enjoy it since I didn't know when I'd be back again. As my eyes stared out at my surroundings, my mind drifted. With only the glow of the moon James was able to lead Sally around to the door he was looking for. The door itself looked like it was never used, it was old wooded and weathered with flaking paint, it looked as though it would not even open. The only real hint that it was ever used was the new chrome door locks, that seemed so out of place on that door. James reached into his pocket to find a single silver key which slipped into the lock effortlessly. In the dead of the night the harsh. It is becoming a battle of wills now and I’m determined to push you over the edge.My hands reach up and peel your jean shorts off of your hips. You lift your ass slightly, torn between wanting to resist and aching to feel more. You are as anxious as I am to free your body from this restrictive clothing. You are left sitting in the chair in your sheer, black, g-string. I can see the black on black tone on the fabric underneath, proving to me how wet your pussy is.I slowly pull your thong down.