Repeating over and over again, “daddy, daddy, fuck me,” then hit another orgasm I hear something strange, like heavy breathing and open my eyes. I...see you there at the door looking at me; you have your hand over your cock. I reach for a blanket to cover myself, ashamed to have been caught like that. You walk in, “Don’t cover yourself, I want to see you. Vicky I heard you. You have the hots for your father?” Keeping my eyes on the tent in your jogging pants all I can manage to say was, “I. I headed to the toilet in the straight bar we were at, out of habit I headed to the cubicle. I finishing pissing and was just about to do my jeans up again when I heard a soft tap on the door. Now the toilet was rammed with lads all queuing for the urinals and a few waiting for cubicles so I assumed it was someone seeing If the stall was occupied.I opened the door a crack to tell whoever it was to wait two seconds but Steve pushed his way into the cubicle whipped his cock out and started. .. turned away and told him to hold and squeeze my breasts and I squeezed his cock, and he loved ... I was in front of the mirror 4, and watched me eat it ... delight, the k** did all right, I lifted one of my legs, and he stood up and punched the rolls, deeper and deeper ... asked for more, wanted more cock, more wanted his balls hitting my ass, I asked for his cum, but his dream was to come in my face .... and another moment I saw that rolls so fucking sneeze in my face, it felt like to lick. I really didn't have the energy to do much for the momentso I just lay there and allowed my headache to subside gradually. I hadexperienced the occasional hangover, but this seemed to be the tail endof an absolute lulu! I couldn't understand it. Apart from anything else,where could I have got the money in order to get so thoroughly plasteredand being only fifteen, where could I have got the drink in any case? Ionly ever drank at home and then only occasionally and with permission.I suppose it.