Embracing one another with hands roaming, he pulled her blouse open the rest of the way, the last couple of buttons popping off and flying away, lost ...forever. Her hands pushed his pants off his hips, letting them drop to his ankles. Hooking his briefs and pushing them down, she felt his hardness spring up against her bare stomach. Turning Jane around, he pushed her against the hood of the car. Lifting her skirt, he exposed her pink and beige lace panties, darker with her wetness. Gripping. The… fear. He was not supposed to be here, he was not supposedto follow her into the kitchen. He was not supposed to touch her, by God, shecould be his mother. He was not supposed to put his hand on her. He was notsupposed to have his hand on her. He should have removed it. "Jeremy, what do you want?" Instead of answering her question, his smile widened as he moved his handdown her back. Sliding it down her ass made him chuckle smugly. "I like the way you play this game, Ms. Evans. You're a. In this position he could really fuck his daughter as hard as he wanted, and it was this increase in rhythm that finally got me screaming in ecstasy.As my orgasm got ever nearer, I heard myself begging dad not to stop.'Don't worry, baby,' he began, 'your Daddy's going to give you all you ever wanted.Cum for Daddy, there's a good girl.'Listening to my own dad talking to me like this, as he banged away at the fruit of his own loins, finally sent me over the edge. The prickly heat washed all over. Alistair stepped forward and held his hand on her back while Jeff went and picked out a large wooden ladle. “So, young lady, you intended not letting me have sex with you tonight hey?” he said as tapped her fairly lightly on her bottom with the ladle. She said nothing and Jeff tapped her again but harder. “Ouch!” Julie shouted. “Will I ever hear the word ‘no’ from you again, young lady?” he asked as he hit her once again. “No!” Julie shouted. Alistair could see her bottom cheeks beginning.