My jaw nearly dropped, and I was stunned. Much like the iPad, I was not expecting that. My dad had a crush on me it seemed. He wanted to have sex with...me, or maybe it was just a sick fantasy. Either way, he was certainly going to town on himself, as he thought about fucking his own daughter. I couldn't help, but to put my right hand between my pussy lips. I inserted my fingers up in there, and began masturbating to my own father. If he was sick, then I guess I was sick too. I let out a few soft. I was starting to get used to being a girl. Just then a guy satdown on the stool next to me. Our eyes met, and I could see that he likedwhat he saw. “Hello,” he said. “You’re new here?” I replied that I was. Hesmiled, and asked if I would like to dance. I hesitated for a moment, but anelbow in my ribs from Margo helped me make up my mind! We got up to go to thedance floor, and he asked my name. “Bobbi,” I replied. “Bobbi, eh?,” hesaid. “It suits you. A pretty name for a beautiful girl! My name. You have to get a close-up view of her pussy, and if you do you'll see that it's a lot more pink than before. And a lot wetter. Her body is making its own preparations.There was one of the adults spinning the tunes. You needed someone who wouldn't be fazed by the sight of 35 or 40 couples dancing, gossiping, having sex, and so on. That meant one of our parents. Or someone at that age level. They had to know how to do the equipment, and have a good idea of the proper sonts to play. They couldn't. She then went to the linen closet and retrieved a cloth.On her hands and knees she got to work, scrubbing the stains from the sheepskin rug and wooden floorboards."Alicia!" Arnol drunkenly shouts through a wall, "is that you?" Yes Master" Alicia replies meekly. His response is so slurred that Alicia struggles to comprehend what his saying but manages to make out a few parts. 'more whisky' and 'whore house'. She once again says "yes master". She opens the front door once again. The house stands.