B there in 10'She grabbed her coat, flung it on, and walked into the chilly night air. After being about halfway there, she stopped when she heard a s...ight snicker from behind her. "Who's there?" She shouted into the chilly night air. Who could be out at 11 o'clock at night besides-. Oh no. She quickly called up Gia. "Gia ... I'm scared. I think-MMMMMPHHHH!" She was quickly muffled by a large hand and a harsh voice that boomed, "Shut your trap or you'll never see the light of day again!". ..her father had to have been a nine.When he'd finally pushed all the way inside of her his swollen balls pressed against her smooth skin as she luxuriated in that feeling that can only come from experiencing a new cock for the first time. Except this was so much dirtier on a mental level. This was her father--the man her friends all wanted to fuck while she was growing up.And now here she was fully bent over for him on Christmas Eve while he fucked her on the family room floor--the same floor. Selective memory is a handy thing; you deny things you clearly rememberto avoid that "Oh God, I did, didn't I?" moment, and also you use it toembarrass others when they do the same: "Surely you remember kissingthat other man last night in the corner of the bar and performing theFunky Chicken dance in the queue at the taxi rank?"-o-0-o-Joanna had a difficult childhood having six siblings and a father whowas ex armed forces. He brought that discipline in to the home; he was aloving father to all. When she did she gasped, leaned her head back as she felt the river of pleasure race though her. It helped a lot but she hoped she could make it when she got to the home she shared with Abby. She back out of parking space and raced home. It would be a half hour trip back to the house but if she kept moving and was not stopped at every light she could make it.When she pulled into the driveway of their home she sat in the car for a moment. Right then she had to pee. She squeezed her thighs.