I leave early. it was a dark night, i was walking home in my usual army jacket and jeans, headphones blaring the same noise, alone. My place wasn't to... far, i took a right leaving her place and walked down to the 7-11. i look over the magazines then head to the back, towards the drinks. A hot blond was opening one of the fridges and bending over, reaching for who gives a fuck. her panties were riding up her ass and i was ready to bend her over the fridge and fuck her. but i refrain, taking a. "But it wasn't," Anne countered.True, true."Nice weather we're having," I attempted, clasping my hands in my lap."For winter," she shrugged.I gave up and studied my hands. I glanced up at the overhead fixture, then I turned my attention to the window in the adjacent wall. The minutes were gorged as hours. Years later Anne rolled back a bit, then stood up. "I'm going to make a cup of tea. Would you like one?" Sure!" I grasped.And, I admit--secret shameless bastard that I am--I stared at her. And that made it so intense. My preacher father fucked me as I sinned so much. My pussy gripped his dick, drinking in the friction as the very idea of what we were doing sent shudders through my body. I was a whore. Literally. I had a fistful of dollars and another cock in my mouth to prove it.My orgasm was intense. I moaned so hard about the dick in my mouth. My pussy convulsed and spasmed about Daddy's dick. My hot flesh milked his cock, eager for more of his taboo cum to spill into my. "Of course not," he smiled.He carried my bags inside my apartment, placing them down on the kitchen counter."There you go," he smiled."Thank you so much," I said and touched his arm."Don't worry about it," he said and continued, "your place looks great. May I look around a bit?" Yeah, sure!" I nodded. We walked into the living room."The floor plan seems to be the perfect mirror of mine. My living room is on that side of the apartment and the bedroom is on this side," he said, gesturing with his.