" Sure Pat."Nodding her thanks, Pat called and got through to Rachel. Her friend instantly agreed to keep Mikie until Pat could swing by if she ended ...p running a bit late.As she expected, running down the lead she had come up with carried her past her usual quitting time. Checking her watch she figured she had just enough time to stop by the house on the way to school. She called out-of-service as she pulled up and ran inside.One advantage of her irregular hours was that she could often. When the door opened Sonya stood there in a long black negligee. Father John handed her a bouquet of flowers and leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. She took the flowers and dropped them on the coffee table. She then placed her arms around him, holding his body tight next to hers and kissed him hard and wet. They kissed and touched each other for several minutes. She broke the kiss and said,“You are late … why are you late?”“I had a lot of paperwork to finish up along with my. I don't want it sweet and gentle. Fuck me hard. Give it to me like I know you want to. Fuck my cunt like I need to be fucked."Hearing those words spill from his sweet daughter's mind reminded him that he wasn't the first to fuck her, that some boys had gotten her first, and the anger returned. He filtered the anger into something better and pounded away at her pussy, driving his cock deep inside of her. The tip of his cock hit against something it shouldn't, but he didn't care... he just needed. I should have, I suppose, but I didn't. When I ran into some difficulty with a portion of the English course I was mandated to take I sought out the teaching assistant for some help.Steve Walters was a twenty-three year old graduate student working on his masters in English literature. He was an ordinary looking guy, about six foot, dark hair, terrible clothes and a kind of messiness about him that I didn't relate to. However, he was friendly, bright, experienced and willing to spend some time.