The noise probably sounded louder to me than it really was, but it was so quiet in that bathroom. My boobs were aching, like they were trying to grow,...and I pressed my elbows closer together and leaned against them so they would rub my tits a little. I was squeezing my thighs together too, trying to mash my clit, but of course that wasn't working. All it did was rub my pussy lips together and I could feel the wetness trickling out of me."Oh, man ... Oh ... Jeeze, Ann..." Brian was making his. At first, I about fell out of my chair. This was insane! I had no idea my dad looked at porn. Well, I guess it makes sense. He didn’t go on dates and I’m 100% he wasn’t fucking anyone on the side. He has to get release some how. Obviously, jerking it to young, teenage girls did it for him.I quickly deleted the history for what I had visited and logged out. When he got home, I pretended nothing had happened, but the mental image of him sitting in that same chair, playing with himself was really. As the Slayer,she was not used to being a victim, and her newfound role did not suither, not one bit!She kicked savagely at the nearest prick-plants, flailed at others thatsprang to within inches of her face, and clawed at still others thatshoved insistently between her cunt lips or jabbed at her asshole. Assoon as she kicked or knocked aside one of the fleshly tentacles, half adozen others leaped up in its place. She was surrounded by more cocksthan the star of a bukkake film. Although none. As I smiled, I noticed Marg looking at me from around the corner in the kitchen. She winked at me, and I knew she remembered, too."Grraammmpaa! What happened then? Geez, you looked like you were in a trance or something." Shelly brought me back to the present yet again."Sorry, honey; I was just remembering." I gave her a wink and continued. "Anyway, after a couple of dates, we realized that we were getting pretty serious about each other, so we agreed to be exclusive. That's kind of like you.