The floor was cold, but I didn’t care since I was already feeling the alcohol and was feeling sooooo good from being used.Daddy Jake came back in wh...t seemed like ½ hr. Turned on the lights. Picked me up, and carried me to dining room, where he bent me over the table and FUCKED me again. This time much harder. As he fucked me he kept saying “You’re so much better than my wife. Fucking dirty whore!”.Daddy Jake came again.He left me on the tables moaning and squirming.He came back a couple of. He woke up with a hard on; probably the same one that he went to sleep with. Only this time it really were his palms and fingers that were around it and not his mother's buttocks. He felt relieved, and a little disappointed. She was fast asleep but he was awake and some distance away from her, even though she was facing away from him and he was facing her.She was fast asleep and he was hard. The previous night, he had rolled into her and his hard on had wedged into her crack. This night there. No one commented about my wife but I saw the same looks. The men were drooling, the women were ready to throw up. The next thing we knew another couple was seated with us. Guess who it was. Yep, it was the couple at the pool. We introduced each other and the man asked us if we liked the pool this afternoon. My wife snapped back and said the hot tub was much better. My wife wasnt ashamed of what we did and she just showed that. The man commented that he and his wife need to try it out. We all. It did not mean anything. Becky was worried though, the thoughts came a little too often to be considered occasional. Still, she had a boyfriend, and although they did not have sex, that was because she was saving herself for marriage, not because she did not like men.She had never acted on any of these thoughts, and that reassured her some. A woman had even hit up on her once, and she had done nothing. It had been freshman year in college. After softball practice, Lori, the first baseman, had.