She couldn’t count how many times she had listened to Oscar grill the Reverend Leroy Jones about William.“You sound just like his girlfriend, Lucy...” Oscar commented.“What was the conversation like over dinner?”“No one said much of anything,” Oscar answered. It seemed like every attempt to start a conversation around the dinner table failed miserably. Frowning as he tried to create a second row of corn, he said, “It was pretty horrible.”“Stop playing with your corn! You only play with your food. Marge was impressed and then she said “Would you love to discover something else?” Handling her breasts and having a great time at it as his cock tingle while remaining hard and erect he looked up. “What is that?” he asked. “I want you to reach down and before you do, I want you to feel my stomach, and then gradually reach in beneath my underwear and feel my vagina. I want you to feel its tender loving softness. It’ll bring life as you’ve never known it before.” “Oh god” he moaned. “Oh my god”. Amber's mind drifted away. She felt waves of ecstasy rippling through her flesh and spirit."Daddy, fuck my pussy."Her father gripped her so tight it almost squeezed the breath out of her. He pressed himself deeply into her and moaned."Oh Amber, I love you."Amber felt his prick pulsating. She ran her fingers through her father's hair as he pumped sperm into her belly. Afterward, he lay spent and exhausted in her arms. Now she had him, under her control."Dad, I expect you to keep your promise.". "What," she enunciated harshly, "is the fuck matter with you?" Have a seat," I replied coolly."Listen, Mister, I don't have time for your games right now," she admonished. "Holy fuck I don't even know your name what is wrong with me," she said flatly while shaking her head.I moved closer and whispered into her ear,"Remember our conversation? I speak, you listen and react accordingly. When I tell you to sit down, you sit down. Do you fucking understand me?" I calmly whispered.She nodded in.