Aur mai abhi school lagne se 1hr phele aa gya tha class mein. Wo mujhse phele hi class mein ayi bethi thi. Toh mai usko dekh kar bola “kyu badi jald...i hai maze laine ki” toh wo boli “abh kya karo ge”Toh maine usko bola chalo ghum par table ke sath khadi ho jao . Usne frock pehan rakhi thi . Toh wo ghode bann kar table ke sath khadi ho gyi. Aur mai ghotno ke bal uske piche beth gya. Aur fir maine dheere se uski frock uper aur uski panty ko utar diya. Wo bolo “j kya kar rahe ho” mai binna kuch. And so do you Mike." With that the front door closed and Mike and his daughter were now alone for the rest of the day. "I've noticed you looking at my undershirts for a long time honey. Are you curious about something?" he asked, putting down his paper. Tammy turned scarlet, after hearing his question and tossed the packet aside. "I was just looking at the . . . uh man . . . in the picture," she said trying to blow off her Dad. "Why . . . is he handsome . . . like ME?" he laughed but curious. She wants it already."It was not her fault, her daddy was making her do it. She did not want this. But her body did. Just as her father had said--her ass began to dance.Her dad chuckled. "Alright get up, we're not ready to fuck you yet. Get up on your knees."Angry at being interrupted, and angry that she was so willing to get herself off in front of the two men who had betrayed her trust so completely, she got up, her aching asshole protesting, her sore limbs resisting. Glaring at the two men. He guzzled the last half of his screwdriver and when I started to get up he stopped me and said,’No,you relax.I can find everything.’When he came back,he sat right next to me and I thought ‘hmmm’.Then he started telling me about his girlfriend,Bobbi,who he’s been dating for a year. ‘She’s cool and all,like she gave me this sweet gold necklace for my eighteenth birthday, but she won’t give me oral sex.’That’s how he said it.Oral sex. The Quaalude and scotch had really relaxed me. ‘You mean she.