There was still thirty minutes before the alarm to wake us up for Sunday Morning church, but...I had my eighteen-year-old daughter sleeping impaled on...my cock. I remembered falling asleep like this. I was surprised to find myself still in her. I was hard. Morning wood hard, but that was mattering less and less with her tight snatch around me.My fingers stroked up and down her back while I savored her on me. Her nipples rubbed into my chest. Her pussy clenched around me. She massaged me with. I rubbed one nyloned thigh against his leg and reached up and kissed him. His breath was atrocious, I forced myself not to gag and pushed my tongue into his mouth and gave him a long kiss."Steve honey, you don't have to use that bar on me; lets just take care of the bar I can feel throbbing in the front of your jeans," I whimpered in what I hoped was a sexy parody of a seductive female."Oh but you don't understand Michele," he sneered, "its more fun to take what I want!"Steve pulled me roughly. " I wondered what that meant. We traded scar stories, I: a small, deep burn; cuts around a vein; a toe broken in a motorcycle accident; a knife stab in my hand; my broken arm and one I left for last. She: broken ribs, fingers, hand and arm cuts. "There's one more large one, but I can't show you ... not here anyway- exhibitionist or not." She pointed at her groin. I didn't miss the subtext or self description."Ohh, I too have a large one; one that you've been staring at, yet not seeing since it. "Sup Tom?" Zoie said hoping off her skateboard and walking next to herpal. It was still too early for her to fully pay attention to what thegoofy kid was talking about. She knew the remedy though. Zoie pulledthe cigarette from behind her ear and lit it with the lighter she had inher back pocket. "Ahh," she said after taking a long drag. She blew thesmoke out and started to feel more awake. Looking up at Tom she noticedhe wasn't wearing his glasses. "Wow his eyes are really green,".