So whenever he went to the office, he came back only after 2 days as it was not convenient for him to travel up and down every day.So I said, “You m...st get bored alone, why don’t you come and watch TV with me later”.She agreed and said, “Sure!” and blushed. Then I ate the food. She came at around 10:30 pm. I told her to sit down and get comfortable. I was sitting on the sofa and she sat on the chair.“Not there. Please come and sit on the sofa, it is much more comfortable”, I said.She smiled and. After a minute of urgent fingering he apparently deemed that she was prepared enough and she heard the pop-pop-pop noise of a button fly being torn open seconds before a thick erection was plunged into her ready hole. She cried out as he took her by the hips and repositioned her so the front of her pelvis was on the counter – due to her height her dangling feet no longer touched the floor – and she braced herself against the sink’s splashback as he held her down and forced himself between her. "Stop struggling wench" a low husky voice whispered in her ear. Her skin blushed a deep shade of red as she felt her nether regions exposed to the view of all in the tavern. Fleshy fingers worked up between the v of her thighs. A booted foot kicked at her ankle forcing her to spread wider, allowing access for the searching digits.A hand slid around her waist, gripping the flesh, her skirt now in tatters as hands glided across her struggling form. The probing of a finger against her womanhood. And then I had to laugh; who was I to deny my dad what was his, at least when he was home.I was hurting. Dad was home on one of his rare three-week layovers. Three weeks without pussy might not seem like a big thing to a lot of people, but I had gone overnight from virgin to two and sometimes three times a day, everyday and with dad home I was going through withdrawal. Mom could tell I was hurting, but she couldn't help. On Saturday morning I slept late and when I came downstairs I found Monica.