(Later I was to learn that I was actually jerking him off)This continued for about a week at bath times and to me it was all normal. The next time whe... I washed his cock he told me that it need extra washing, so again I soaped up my hands and kept washing and washing and washing. Dad just kept telling me to keep going.I'd say i'd been washing it for about 15 mins when he let out a moan and it started leaking out milky looking liquid. I asked dad if I had done it wrong but was told that thats. Then I looked deeply in her eyes. "Did you let someone else fuck my pussy?" I demanded. She looked down and nodded. I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up. "You don't nod. You answer me when I ask you a question. Did you let someone else fuck MY pussy?" "Yes," she said. "And did you ask permission first?" "No." "Why not? Is it because you're such a slut that you needed to get fucked so bad? And you were afraid I'd say no." "Yes," she mumbled. "You know that was wrong, don't you?. I kept watching as she strode to the kitchen, I was starting to get a bit of a boner, and I was sure she new I would be watching when she bent over. When she came back I was sitting on the couch with the remote for the DVD player in my hand. ‘All done’ I said. ‘If you’ve got a DVD I’ll show you how it works’ She went to the wall unit and got a DVD movie which I inserted into the machine. She sat next to me on the couch, close enough so that her leg brushed against me. I quickly explained. This wasn't the man she arrived with. It was not the man she would leave with. This was a phantom of the past suddenly made flesh by circumstance; they both had so much to lose but for that brief spell, barely a lapse in the beat of the music playing at deafening volumes around them, they found in each other that which they had both missed. She felt the cool plaster of the wall on her bare back, still moist from her exertions on the dance floor. His left hand cupped her cheek as she moaned.