I opened the door and saw the light on in the den. I guessed daddy was still awake and watching television. I walked towards the den and I heard what ...ounded like sexual moaning coming from the television. I slowed down because I didnt want to barge in on him. I peeked in and almost died. Dad was sitting back, sleeping on his leather recliner. There was an empty bottle of vodka next to dad and he had the remote control in his hand. But all that wasnt what was weird, it was the fact that dad was. So what did you slip on? Or how did you slip?” They stare at me with a curious expression.The thing is ... I don’t really know what had happened. I glance to the sink ... Then to my hands. I feel like I want to remember something ... Even though I have no clue what it is that I want to remember.“I’m not sure, maybe clumsy feet?” I sort of laugh off.I notice they’re beginning to look closely at me. Unsure why, but it’s making me uncomfortable. I smile briefly, trying to look sincere.“Again .... Tom had knocked Samantha up the first time, and she'd love the experience of being pregnant and now of having her first child so much that she wanted another little one.Tom never took any convincing at all in order to be willing to fuck Samantha, but when she came in and asked him so wonderfully, what was a guy to do but give his sexy lover exactly what she'd asked for. Tom had gotten Samantha bent over his desk and he'd gotten his pants down and mounted her from behind doggy style. He knew. I was sitting there gently stroking my cock and imagining sucking her tiny little tits into my mouth when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Bob was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, a smile on his face and a bulge protruding from the towel. Perhaps the jilted husband who couldn’t speak when the neighbour pulled out his cock wasn’t as far fetched as I thought. I was sitting there with my quickly wilting cock in my hand unable to speak as a man I had met less.