Clean and hot and desensitizing, destroying prints and calluses, burning away bacteria, boiling needles to the surface of my skin. Mindless, hopeless ...ctivity. I sit in the shower without forgiven and need and lust and longing. The scars will never vanish. Never fade completely. But remind me of the torture of trust, the fool who gives over. The emptiness that follows desire. All of it written in stitches across the scars and curves of fingerprints from homemade thread and sewn with the needles. I had never heard my daddy talk like that, but it seemed right, adding to the passion. “I’m inside my own fucking daughter. And she feels like velvet”His cock was sliding in and out of me, I could feel wave after wave of excitement, crashing against my body with each stroke of his cock. Each wave feeling bigger, I didn’t care who he was, I just wanted his cock, and it felt wonderful. He was only fucking me for a couple of minutes when his face turned to a grimace. “Oh fuck, I’m cu…” he didn’t. Then I slowly placed a kiss on her left boob and was pressing the right one. I started kissing and licking all over her boobs. She bit her lips unable to control the excitement. Then I took her nipple into my mouth and started sucking gently. Then I took half of her boob in mouth and started sucking vigorously. She was moaning aaaahhhh… aaaahhhh! press them, suck them and bite them, sweetheart, they are completely yours… aaaahhhh! Then I took the right boob and sucked, bit gently.Now she took. “I put the fuckers there!” “No! Eh hang on!” Said Megan, with a shocked intonation. “What yours gone too?” I said, jokingly. “Yes, well not my clean ones. The ones I took off last night aren’t there!“ Megan held up her bra and vest, her panties clearly not among them. “Well that‘s smegging stupid.” She said. We stood there bamboozled. Megan was in her clean panties and a white T shirt and I was just in my bra and sleeping shorts. Our bedroom door was ajar, as I had left it after returning from.