It was late when we finally called it a night, at least on the dance floor. A lot of kids were heading upstairs, the girls a little nervously, the guy...s even more so. Until I'd started partying I hadn't realized that guys get that way about sex. In their case it was "performance anxiety". What if they couldn't get it up? What if they came to soon? What if... ? The girl, on the other hand, wants to know if it'll hurt, what it's going to feel like, whether there would be fireworks and skyrockets,. ” He was way past the line a father should ever cross with his daughter. He was loving the feeling of having her naked little body all to himself. As a cheerleader, she had always stayed in perfect shape and he was starting to slowly admit to himself that he had, on a few occasions, stared at his daughter with not so fatherly thoughts. He had caught himself staring at her ass while she was in her cheerleader uniform, wondering what it would feel like to grab and squeeze it. But now, that. He was bent over on all fours, back arched, head down, moaning into the bed. I couldn't look away. I couldn't move. I promised I tried. But no matter how much I screamed at myself to go, I couldn't move.I was surprised when I heard the black guy ask gruffly, "Whose pussy is this, bitch?" Emphasize with a hard thrust."Yours...fuck! Always yours."And, as if the question spurred him on, he continued with a needy moan, "Please, harder! Fuck me harder, please! Fuck your pussy harder."And, "Oh daddy,. " Wait a second," Janet said. "Did you say his name was Tom Delaney?" Mm-hmm," Andrea nodded."And he went to UW?" Yes." How old is he?" Janet pressed."He was two years older than me," Andrea said, "so that would make him around 52 now." Holy shit," Janet hissed."What?" I asked. "Is something wrong?" Don't you get it, Kevin?"I shook my head. Then, slowly it dawned on me. "My god. . ."Now Andrea was confused. "What's wrong?" she asked."My maiden name is Delaney," Janet explained. "My father's.