I felt so good.My dad collapsed on me. We went to sleep. I woke up in the morning. I was naked. My dad was in the bathroom shaving. I put a towel to c...ver my petite body and went inside. He was naked. He looked at me and said “y the fuck r u wearing that towel. I like u naked”. I laughed. Shut up pervert, I said. My dad’s cock was semi hard. It was beautiful. Can I suck it once, I asked. Oh wat a slut my daughter is. I said u knw dad. I got on my knees and started to suck it. The cock grew in. Together. She responded. Just let me get my breath back. We sat there for another few minutes, until Angie rolled off of me, and we stood up. We gathered our clothes, and I chased her up stairs to the bathroom we shared. We turned the water on, and as it heated up, started kissing again. Our mouths joined together, and we embraced tightly. My hands roamed across her back, and found the hooks of her rainbow bra. I unclasped them, and peeled off the garment. Then I got my first real look at my. You tell your slave that the sky is green, and that the moon is made of cheese, and I'll see it that way 'till I'm in my grave. That's how much you are in my head Sir." What is going to happen now, you little sex slave, is that my "head" is going to get into you. And even better, You are going to put it there, girl of mine." You are really going to let me fuck you, Sir?" Not so much let you do it. More like MAKE you do it, pet." You know I will do anything and everything you tell me to do,. How often, and how risky the environment, was what Carol bragged about to her laptop.Adultery is the old-fashioned term but I find it hard to call it that. Adultery has always sounded tacky to me; it brings up images of sordid hotel rooms and furtive sex. What I read was way beyond that. It completely spooked me, so much so that I found it hard to believe; this was almost fantasy sex, everything was bigger, went on longer, made better orgasms; she even bragged to her laptop about how sore she.