My fingers, though, were already loosening buttons. By the time my mind caught up, my blouse was open and I was pulling the blouse from the skirt and ...inishing the buttons. I stood before him with an open blouse. He told me to take it off and I did.He leaned back in his chair and smiled, “That’s why, Megan, that’s why. I sensed something in you. I’m sorry what happened to your life happened. I truly am, but …” He looked at me with that strong gaze, “Now the skirt.” My fingers unzipped the skirt. I seem constantly under pressure of sexual lust. My mind.s always wandering with hundreds of fantasies about naughty sex things, and I get myself horny so often. I simply can.t last a day without masturbation, which I.d refer to as .eating the fingers., .tender the clam meat. or .finger-painting.. Wow, there.re many, many naughty things a horny girl can work upon her secret spots. Thign-squeezing is easiest, discreet and yet very thrilling. When bored during class or long bus drive, I sit. She enjoyed that scene: the parties, even those dreaded office parties where a wife is awkward in talking to the other company employees, were all-in-all exciting and like a fairytale for her.But she felt a longing for Ashley, missing her terribly. Ashley was living about eight or nine hours away. They talked at times -- even several times a day -- though it never was the same as being with each other. They were like twins, so in-sync with each other. Neither felt any sexual attraction to each. My dad cries out and I start pounding inside of him, a stream of blood trickles down my cock as I pound away until I feel the excitement from earlier and the tightness of his ass forcing me to shoot inside his colon. I pull my cock out and look at it, it’s covered in shit and blood. “I’ll have to ask mom to clean this up. But first” I state with another sadist smile on my face. I turn my father around one last time. I straddles his chest like I did once before and make fists, then I start.