I closed my eyes as our tongues intertwined, viciously pushing and pulling each other. We both suddenly stopped and stared at each other. Almost as if...we were trying to tap into each other's concious to see what the hell was going on. We knew what we were doing was wrong, but there was a tension building between us that was far too hard to ignore. Fuck the norm, fuck me... My father buried his face in my neck. I squirmed as his sloppy tongue made circles on my neck. I felt his hands making. He reached down and massaged my upper legs, bent slightly out from each other. My body was putty his his hands, every muscle limp and pliable, no stress, no knots, and as far as my mind was concerned, no inhibitions. I would later realize just how much further his actions had gone from what anyone would consider a massage, but at the time, I was getting what I wanted and had never felt better. The only urge I had was to get more of what he was giving. "Is there anywhere that your body. Or my shrink: he’d steepled his fingers and stared at the ceiling. ‘It’s not the size of your pecker, but how you use it’ he’d said, with all the sincerity of an undertaker explaining he could bring a body back to life (I’d reflected later on the irony of seeing a shrink about a small appendage). And then the young female doctor in the sexual health clinic with the sexy overbite and big nipples: ‘It’s not the meat, it’s the motion,’ she’d breathed in a little-girl voice. I’d hoped she’d show me. Whoever had peeped in, they quickly left, easing the door shut behind them.Soon I was reaching the tail end of my endurance when the bedroom door opened again, sending a wave of light into the room. I could hear heavy footfalls on the stairs, laughter and scandalised chatter.A second later, the hiss of Karen's lips in my ear: "You fucking-bastard!" Karen crouching by my head, berating me. "How could you with her again, knowing what she's really like."But I wasn't going to stop now. I was on the.