As soon as Tim went up to bar for a round of drinks in a flurry of whispers Mark asked me if anything had happened had Tim said anything about fucking...me or tried it on I said no just the usual flirting he seemed a little disappointed. We carried on drinking until the pub shut in the afternoon (as they did back then)Tim invited us back to his for a drink at first everything was normal, I can’t remember what started it but Tim and I were messing about Tim was tickling me and having a crafty. Bang. The first one? Kneeling with my knees apart, holding my tits up to show my nipple piercings. The next one? Still on my knees but back on one arm, my free hand opening my slit to show my clit ring. Then a few on my back, knees pulled up and apart. Then I rolled over. A few pictures on all fours from behind. The last one with me smiling and looking over my shoulder at the camera. Then one really daring one. My head down, ass up, with two fingers inserted deep in my cunt. Before I could. Our door was locked but most homes never did this. Jennifer was in tears and I hurried her into the kitchen.When I turned on the light I saw bruises and a ripped dress."What happened Honey?" He — he — tried to — do — it again." Your father?" Yes." Did he put those bruises on you?"I got a head nod."Did he rape you?"A head shake this time."Honey, now's the time to deal with this. I'm surprised you are not pregnant yet. You can't go back. I'll make sure you're safe." But my dad's a cop. I'll never. “If you liked that you will love this,” you respond. You reach up and push me over on my back, straddle me and kiss me. Your breasts push against my chest, making your cleavage bust out of your shirt. As you lift your head back, I can feel my cock getting hard. During the spin, my hands landed on your back. Taking a chance, I slid one hand down and grabbed a hand full of your round ass. I raise my head up and lick your slowly lick your lips. Then I move to your neck and slowly.