I encouraged them to send a pretty girl through the audience to take up a collection. I put twenty bucks in each of the collection plates. The food tr...ucks did a hell of a business, but they weren't mobbed by any means. It was just a nice Community Arts Fair. I doubted the food trucks would try again.With the festival over we concentrated on finishing the houses on 4 Sale Lane, as I had come to think of the second parallel street. The first street was 4 Rent Lane and it was complete. Just four. But then we started using the K-Y, which made it better for him. And I liked the feeling of his super slippery prick in my hands. Most handjobs ended up as blowjobs and I wasn’t that keen about taking his cock, which was nearly dripping with K-Y, into my mouth. But the stuff tastes fine and after the first time, I had no problem doing it. Putting the K-Y on his cock became somewhat of a ritual. Instead of dripping some of it on his cock and quickly smearing it all over it, I would take my time.. ‘But it felt so good! Almost worth it!’ he thought. At least, whatever happens now, he would always have the memory of their one perfect night together.Last week’s humping incident he could explain away and disregard, at least to himself; it was a onetime accident he rationalized. However last night… he had let her seduce him, ‘or did he seduce her?’ He had let his own daughter see his hard penis, touch it and even lick it and suck it. Carried away, and filled with love and lust, he was. He smiled at the sight of my tiny white cotton thong; it barely covered my shaven labia. He pushed me back on the couch.The man smiled again, seeing my thong was already damp. He told me I was a slutty wet cunt. Then he slid between my thighs and parted them, rubbing my clit with his dirty fingers. Then I whimpered and in that moment he slid almost his entire cock in one fell swoop. It felt good in my cunt. I gasped and then moaned with pleasure. The bastard laughed and called me a bitch.He.