It's big. Can I take it? Oh, gosh. This is what I've always dreamed of. Take me, Daddy. Make me yours, she thought. She struggled to tell him, but wo...ds wouldn't come. Something was happening to her – something that even in the beginning stages was beyond any orgasm she had ever felt when Justin was fucking her – even when she pretended that her husband was her father.Deep within her, his cock nudged her cervix. There was a brief instant of pain that quickly morphed into something else. Daddy. After a brief moment, she slowly raised her head up, responding with a short nod, as she quietly answered. “Fine, do what you want. I can’t stop you. But don’t even think about trying this again. Once you get off, we will never mention this again.”Admittedly, it would have been easy to stop right there. I could have easily controlled myself, if only Mom had done something besides walk over, snatch my cigarettes, and light one up right in front of me. She wasn’t a smoker and she’d. I wasn’t sure if I should be pleased because I hadn’t been wrong – I hate being wrong – or upset because I was right. I decided to try putting off being upset a bit longer until I’d heard what they had to say.“I’d like to handle this one, if you don’t mind girls.” It was Dad. He was standing in the doorway, wearing the long fancy dressing-gown that we’d teamed up and bought for him last Christmas.Dad sat down across the table from us. Then he reached across the table and clasped my hands in. That was probably a good thing, because he'd caught her checking him out as he was checking her out on more than one occasion. As appealing as she was, he didn't doubt for a minute that getting involved with her spelled trouble with a capital T.Errol's first few free afternoons were spent walking or driving around town, learning where everything was located. He was tempted to buy a western shirt and some boots and join in on the community spirit, but it was a pretty sure bet that the local.