’ I walked around him a couple times. His forearms were tight against the steel chair, hmmm, might not break the bone but I knew it would hurt like ...ell. With me behind him, he was trying to look back over his shoulder to see what was coming. Too late. I wound up and swung, catching his right forearm with the hammer. The impact almost knocked him over onto his face. There was a lot more muffled screaming and sobbing. I then gave the forearm a good shake. Yep, it was broken all right. I walked. Then I noticed that he was only rubbing my pussy. I then noticed a strange hard pressure under my body. My dad was getting hard! I had never seen this before, didn't even know that it happened to men, much less felt it! By this time, all dads friends just watched in stunned drunken silence. I was pretty stunned myself. But the thing that stunned me most was how great it felt. Dad was still rubbing & I could feel myself getting wet. Then one of dads fingers slid between my lips. He slid his. Then in one fine move she took of her dress .there she stood in a panty and nothing else. My cock was still peeping out of my underwear. She came over me her tits brushing my chest, her crotch pressing my cock and whispered in my ears that “I know what you do with my panties kept in the bathroom, I also know that it was the sound of a bucket falling and I doubt your hurt. Even I want you… So badly now that I can be your slave for life.” That’s all I wanted a green signal. I hold her hair from. For the next couple of weeks we were trying to keep our friendship on hold, but, just kept meeting each other. It was like our lives already revolved around one another, but hadn’t known it up until then. We met by accident, in the supermarket, in a bar with friends, walking down the street.Then it arrived, Friday morning, the letter from the clinic. I took it around to Liz’s flat, a packet of condoms in my coat pocket. I knew it would be a win, win situation; either I had found my soul mate,.