It didn’t take too long, since the head was a lot smaller. When I got the head on Mr. Orlando said “cut.”I stepped back and 4 guys came over and...took my snowman down and rolled in a fake snowman in. They also put down a big piece of plywood. It had a white cloth with an electric cord plugged into an outlet. I touched it, it was very warm.“Okay Marcy, put your hands back on frosty head, and when I say “action”, remove your hands and take a couple steps back. Okay action.Okay now remember, you’re. “Dear Lord,” another girl said. Her comment was less shock and more reprimand. She sounded like my mother. I turned and looked at the door. Alice and I were completely naked. We didn't have sheets over us and I wasn't just naked, I was totally exposed in every way possible. Alice whispered something in my ear, but I didn't hear. I was terrified and this only made the wetness between my legs more obscene. “Spread your legs more,” Alice commanded. The tone in her voice was forceful, aggressive,. After lunch and a walk inthe buggy down the farm tracks to watch the cows in the field we headedback to start preparations for dinner.I fixed us some food and kept back some for George hoping that he wouldcome home to eat but half expecting that his first port of call would bethe pub and not here. Me fears turned to truth as by mid evening he hadnot returned as I put Melissa to sleep for the night there was still nosign of him. I flicked through TV channels till I found something towatch and. I could feel it rising inside me like a creeping tidal wave washing down from the top of my spine to the tip of my still erect clitty.My mind was reeling. NO. No way. There was no way I could be enjoying being raped by my own dad!I started freaking out. I couldn’t move my head much on account of the massive incestual cock making its way toward my throat, so I reached down with one of my hands to confirm my fears.And sure enough, on the ground beneath me was a growing pool of thick, sticky.