I continued doing this and found it incredibly erotic. My juices started flowing on about the third stroke and became wet to the point where I was mak...ng a mess with my juices leaking down his shaft. My little clitty showed its little pink self after a few more strokes and I reached down with a wet index finger to give a rub.Meanwhile Dad was going crazy beneath me trying to ram himself up in to me. When he did this I just sat down on his cock until he calmed himself and then started my slow. I really think it’s right. I am screwed-up in the head, and only the Grace of God comes between me and being dead every day. There’s this song I like that says something about being a preacher’s daughter and not doing what ‘daddy taught her.’ I do everything my Daddy taught me, everything except deal drugs and beat my wives. If I drank often enough, I’d become and alcoholic. If I did try cocaine or heroine, I’d probably be hooked. I’ve cheated so much and lied so much about it that I can’t. I tried to last as long as possible but she was steaming hot and tight as a vise. She peaked right before I unloaded, letting out aa long moan. We fell apart gasping for breath.Later as she snuggled to me she asked if she did all right. I kissed her and told her honestly she was the best woman I’d ever bedded. I could feel her smile on my neck. Two hours later she woke me up ready to go again. I got up and checked first and then I grinned. If I was going to die doing it while I was making love. As soon as I found out, I told them to get help and they’re doing that. The reason we’re having this conversation is because of that party.”I paused to take a deep breath. Beck looked horrified, but she was about to look worse, feel worse when I laid out the rest of the cards for her to see. “Marlene and the Watermans put together a party on a weekend that her parents were out of town. They provided drugs and invited a rather large guest list. They got the girls high enough that they can’t.