"Oh GOD! FUCK! You feel so damn good in me daddy, fuck my pussy!" I loved the sound of my harlot of a daughter being fucked. Our privates meshed perfe...tly in a lover's passion. The only thing that made it better was that it was I, her father that was giving her this much pleasure."Fuck Stacie, you're hot cunt feels so damn good on my cock." I told her as I held onto her womanly hips as she bucked up and down on my spearing cock."Yes, Yes! Fuck me daddy!" yelled Stacie loudly as I continued to. But, as the fates and the gods on high Olympus would have it, that meet up with her would bring on one of the worst moments in my life. And, as I would one day learn, a bad day for some others as well.It’d been mid-August when I’d seen and talked with Anna. Now it was a Thursday, in mid-September and some guy down the bar from me was staring at me. I didn’t know him. And I was minding my own business. I tried to ignore him.The man was wearing a 49ers t-shirt. I hated the 49ers. I was a. A group of older kids, probablycollege age, were spread out between the tiny kiosks, rutting with wildabandon as if attempting to set a fornication speed record. Quite a fewof the louder voices that made their way to my ears begged for the malewho was boffing them silly to be sure to knock them up really good.Of course, that was the majority of the activities. In other cases, twomen were busy sucking each other off. One grandfatherly gentleman wasgetting his asshole drilled by an over-muscled. The living room was small, indeed it was. Enough only to fit a couch for two and a coffee table. It was the kitchen that did it. It compensated for the lack of space in the living room. The kitchen was big. It had a centre section with a sink and a table counter while the two sides of the kitchen walls had cabinets and counters and the third was the stove area. It was not a closed kitchen. It opened up directly to the living area. That left two rooms and a single bath with a glass cubical..