"Welcome back, Peter. You've been missed." I'm sorry, Dulcie," I said, and the tears were welling up again, "she's gone, Dulcie, hasn't she?"She put o...e arm around my shoulders, the other round my back and pulled me close. Her hair was soft and sweetly scented under my nose, and she murmured,"You know better than that ... Reverend."For a moment, I thought there was a third presence in the kitchen, and a voice whispering, "Remember..."That was the beginning of my return to normality. It wasn't. My father became very aroused watching Anne head downstairs with the twins. He grabbed my hair and forced me down to his cock. He pushed his cock all the way down my throat on his first thrust and fucked my throat non-stop. I fought and struggled thinking he was going to choke me but he didn’t care. He pounded away at my throat until he finally came. My throat had never suffered so brutally before. He showered and dressed as I recovered from his assault. It was late morning before I headed. And Her:- fair complexion, 5’ height, age 21, and … … she was beautiful.I know my narration sucks. But I just wanted to share my story with you. Hope you would like it. Please excuse my mistakes.This all happened out of a marriage ceremony, of a brother from neighbor. We were at the bride’s yard. Ceremony was running. Music and dance was on the other side. She (the heroine of this story) was talking to my neighboring sister. She was from the bride’s side. We were introduced to each other by. Worse, she wish she had been able to cum earlier. Her own teased pussy was starting to throb for comfort. Maybe she could masturbate later in the back seat of the car when mother took her home. She could say she was sleepy and lay down in the back and rub herself through her pants. It had worked before.They pulled up to the apartment complex and parked. It was run down in a neighborhood where its depressed character seemed to be the norm. A couple black guys were hanging out with a hispanic.