He also smelled of alcohol, despite the early hour in the day. His nose was bleeding profusely and it looked like both his cheek bones might have been...broken. Benny didn’t even want to guess just how bad the damage was.The man kept mumbling, “My daughter! My daughter!”Despite his desire to see what had happened to his daughter, the man was too disoriented to look in her direction. He tried to climb out the door in an effort to find her. Benny glanced over at the girl who was being examined by. ," she said."Er ... Hello," I replied."Um ... I don't know how to put this, but I think you're my father... ," she trailed off.I took a closer look at her in the gloom and realised she was almost blue with cold and shivering, wearing only what appeared to be a T-shirt under a thin jacket and torn and faded jeans with canvas shoes."Um, you'd better come in," I said and turned up the heating as I led her to the living room. Once there I turned on the seldom used gas fire and asked if she wanted a. .. I was getting hard again, and quickly.“We need condoms,” I said. “If we keep talking like this I’m liable to fuck you again.”A smirk from Helen’s beautiful lips. “What about Carol, then,” she said. “You like the look of her. What about her, bent over a desk, skirt up, begging for cock?”“Good grief,” I said, and my arousal kept growing. “Which end would you take?”“I think I’d flip her over,” she said, “and teach her how to deep-throat. If I get a strap-on I want to make her throat bulge with. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her use one hand to tug her blouse up to her neck, allowing me to see the firm curve of the undersides of her breasts, and I used one hand to fondle her breasts. Now she lay flat on the bed and used her hands to unfasten my shirt and trousers. They can prove difficult to loosen if your mind is on other things, like the pleasures of tongue in twat. She succeeded, and pushed my trousers and jockeys down, revealing my prick throbbing with desire, precum dripping.