.." I said softly, running my fingers through his chest hair, feeling his breath against my hair. "Hmm Kat?" He said just as soft, reaching his hand u... to stroke my back softly. I could smell the whiskey on his breath."Did you like my pussy this morning? Was it pretty?" I said with out thinking, feeling him tense and shoot up, holding me to him close then pulling me away from him and looking at me seriously. "Kat, you shouldn't ask things like that! I'm your father, I don't have that kind of. “Mi Pablo,” she whispered when I was done, tears of joy running down her face. “Your hand is better; you can play again.”“Yes, my love,” I whispered back, the smile growing even bigger. “I can play again.”Putting the guitar back in its usual place, I stood up and wrapped Anna in a warm hug, enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms again. She snuggled in even closer and squeezing my waist as hard as she could, she turned her face up towards me and reached for a kiss.What started as a sweet. I know Sarah well enough to realise she has already a number of small orgasms. She is working up to a huge orgasm as Pauline expertly edges and teases her while I lightly lick her nipples. Her whole body is trembling as she moans, “So good, so fucking good. Oh fuck yes, yes, yes, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” before she has a huge orgasm.An hour later Pauline is sitting on a chair as I stand alongside her. She is sucking my very erect cock while I fantasise about watching my lady giving her. Even if you have to pretend. I don’t normally regret or feel bad about anything I do. I hate this feeling. I feel like I betrayed you and fucked up your life. I really need you to beat the shit out of me and call me Cunt or Bitch from now on. If you don’t it is just going to eat away at me,” she said.I agreed although I wasn’t sure I could muster up that kind of anger. I was just too easy going of a guy, and I really hadn’t processed what happened. If my dad fucked her, then that was on him for.