.or was I? I began to think how far arelationship between us could go, I knew we could love each other butcould I protect her? I could hardly save her...from an attacker, justabout 48 hours ago I was nearly raped. I couldn't do this, this pretendrelationship, I needed to be there for her, to be strong, to be able todefend her, to be in my own mental state-I needed to be a man again. Iwrapped my gown around me and kissed her on the forehead before leavingthe room.I made my way down to the 'potion. A group of WMV files was inside and I double clicked on the first to start it, the laptop balanced on my knees.The video opened on the bed I was sitting on, the view looking down on the whole of the bed. I gasped as my Dad, naked as the day he was born moved into view, sat with his back to the headboard and took his cock in hand and started to masturbate himself.I watched spell-bound as my dad's cock grew and grew to an impressive size and thickness. It must have been 8.5" long and really. He goes slowly and it is agonizingly pleasurable while he finds my g-spot. I pull on his blond hair and dig my fingers into those broad, tan shoulders of his. His mouth toys with my clit while his finger pumps in and out of my cunt. I tweak my own breasts unable to control myself. Gently, he lets me down and kisses me. I love the taste of my juices it turns me on even more. He bites down on my neck and grabs onto my full 36C breasts. “Are you nervous yet?” He jokes. I am not in the mood for. “Angélica has been copying her wardrobe.”“I know,” I muttered and reached the stairs. They creaked beneath me. I had been working all day and now I had to deal with this when I should be cooking dinner. I ground my teeth together, a vein pulsing in my cheek.DING-DONG!“Ingrid, can you get that!” I shouted as I neared the screeching in Angélica’s room.“Sure!” Ingrid said.I reached the second floor, my feet swollen. I just wanted to get off them. I spent all day at my job supervising the cashiers..