She unzipped my khakis, staring up at me, her brown eyes wide in shock.“Why am I doing this, Dad?” she asked as she unzipped my hands. “I don’...t want to suck your cock. You’re my dad! This is wrong.” Her hands wrenched down my pants. My cock grew hard in my boxers.This was really happening.“Why can’t I stop?” she moaned. “I ... I...” Her face contorted. It was like she wanted to say something, and couldn’t.“Your sucking my cock because you’re a whore. My whore.” I shuddered. “Now suck my cock. He replied by putting his cock back where it was just a moment ago. He pushed and I pushed back and since I am especially tight it took a little bit before his big cock was buried deep into me. It started as a slow methodical fuck with long slow strokes in and out of my girly ass. Mike reached around me and pinched my erect nipples, that are very sensitive. That made my clitty spring to attention. Then he kissed the back of my neck as he started thrusting harder into me, which is really hot and. Still nothing. No other sounds met my ears. The small butterfly of panic grew a little bit bigger. I shuffled softly against the wall searching for anything that could have made the sound. But I could see nothing. When I entered the kitchen I tried again to turn on the lights. Again nothing happened. ‘Chance!’ I shouted. The small butterfly became a large insect flying around in my stomach causing huge amounts of panic to flow through me. I struggled to keep my panic from taking over. It. "Yes, well, no," I answered nervously. "I was bewitched and for some reason visually stimulated."Her hands went up under my skirt, straight to my knickers which she tugged part way down my thighs and pushed her hand between my legs."Not just visually stimulating," she giggled. "Sexually as well, by the feel of it, you're very wet."She parted my legs to gain better access and started fingering me; her other hand had a grip of my shoulder. Her finger combined with her thumb rubbing and rotating.