The physical being of the girl so much more than the memory; still assaulting his senses. As he moved closer, she sensed him and her head came up as ...he tried to localise the source of the small sounds. The movement was calm and certain; “like a gun turret” he thought for a fraction of second before quashing the idea and yet…. Yet he saw her fix to him, blindfold or no. Closer now, he saw and felt her breathing. Calm, deep and steady. He felt – uncertain, a clear shift in the dynamic bubbling. Grabbing a hand full of tits, daddy started to untie the white lace nightie that I had brought a few days ago. I still didn’t know what was going on, I was still worried about Mr. Miller knowing that daddy and I were lovers. However, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he hadn’t any in days, and if he was anything like daddy I knew he was in need of a good wet pussy. “Hay baby girl why don’t you help me show old Dennis some real hospitality?” Daddy whispered in my ear, as he ran his hand. “See? Tonight you’re mine and nobody else’s. No one will know what a naughty bitch you’ve been.”“God, you bastard,” she moaned, as he cupped and squeezed. “You dirty fuck.”“Soon,” he said, gliding his hands from her fabulous tits, down the hour-glass curve of her waist and hips. He strolled around her, trailing one hand against her thigh to the swell of her ass. “I want to appreciate you properly first. So many guys at school want to get a good look at this. How fucking lucky am I?” Her. The man didn't bother to notice, instead continuing with the anal invasion. A third finger was now struggling for space. I watched in awe as he finally succeeded in getting it in, causing the poor teacher to arch her back as she howled at the moon. A couple of hard slaps later, he collapsed in a mess of unkempt hair, her body wracked by sobs.The man used the end of her resistance to good effect. He straddled her buttocks, before settling pulling her upto a doggie-style position. Her hands were.