I would explain everything to him when I would've got the time. Manda was trying to hold back her cries in the back of her car. I decided to sit next ...to her to comfort her. We arrived at our house and me and Manda went upstairs into my room. I told her to sit on my bed as long as I was grabbing some water for her. As I returned to her she was still crying. I couldn't see her crying because I almost had to start crying too. I gave her a T-Shirt and my biggest boxer shorts. She put them on and I. I got out, went to the back of my car, and popped the hatchback up to make a sort of screen between me and the traffic going by on the road in front of us.When I heard his van door open and close, I could hardly breathe properly. I bent over, and rested my hands on the back shelf of my car. He came around the corner, looking a bit tired and dirty, but strong - I like workmen, they tend to have thick cocks and full foreskins.I smiled a "fuck me" smile at him and he grinned knowingly. He came. He wiggled it against me. “Do you like how this feels?” He whispered in my ear. “Dad please stop. Please don’t touch me like this!” I said as tears slid down my cheek. He rolled my on my back, facing the ceiling, and climbed over me, pinning my hands behind my head with one hand. He slid my shirt up and pulled my bra above my breasts, exposing them. The cold air made my nipples harden. “Please stop, stop touch-“ I stopped talking as he slid his mouth over my nipple, sucking and tonguing. Its a myth, I said placing my hands on her beautiful face as I leaned down to kiss her again. Her lips parted beneath mine and I explored the sweetness of her mouth groaning as her tongue met mine. My hands left her face to glide down over her back pressing her firmly against my body. Her skin against mine enflamed my passion for her. I lifted her off her feet as I deepened our kiss. She wrapped her legs around my hips and her heady scent filled my nostrils. I was undone by my need for her. I.