I was intently admiring the quite fine ass of a black lady about my age 6 feet in front of me. That behind, its particular sassy sway, stirred a sligh...t erotic memory from my deep subconscious. Forty years before a girl in my high school would cause my cock to tingle and waken just walking by. Though it was not the same high, tight, hard as rock ass of my memory but now a somewhat broader, softer bottom of a fit middle-aged woman, a better pillow upon which to fuck. Could that be Julie? Holy. I had worn a dress and all the pulling he had done had made the hem ride up, his hand was soon under it and inching toward my pussy. His arm around me suddenly grasped my small tit and palmed and squeezed it, I stared at Jake, my eyes pleading him to help me as I fought back.Jake was of no help and I thought I saw some enjoyment in his eyes at my predicament. My trailer is far back from the road and there are no close neighbors, so I knew no one could hear me scream, but I kept fighting. ” The giant turned his head to the side, exposing his neck to her a bit, and he looked at her with the corner of his eye. Quizzical, curious, expressions she didn’t normally see on his face. But, it faded a few seconds later, and he smiled his usual smile. “I lost my family when I was very young, well before I became Uratha.”“Oh...”“Don’t worry, I was young, it’s a faded memory. I lived far up North, and sometimes the conditions can get you killed, that far up.”“Far up North? You d-don’t sound. “Get up and lay on the bed, slut.” Roger was very stern when talking to her, and Chrissy quickly jumped up and complied. This caused Dan to shake his head. Anyone ordering his daughter to do anything in “real life” would quickly be told to fuck off.Roger continued, “On your back, cunt. I want your head hanging over the edge so I can fuck that throat.” Again, Chrissy adjusted her positioning to meet the requirements.“Yes, Daddy. Is this alright?” she asked.Without thinking, Dan answered her..