It was no problem at all because I was so damn wet. I was gasping for breath. I had one hand on the shelf and one hand on her gorgeous hair. She pu...ped the hand in and out of me while I squirmed like a virgin, and in essence perhaps I was. “Have you had enough?” Came her voice from below. “No. “ I said. It was all I could get out. As soon as I uttered the one syllable, I felt four fingers and her thumb press up and into me, gliding in gracefully. Stretching me so that I wanted to yell. That bitch left you with me." Struggling to breathe and squirm out from under the weight of her father what he said had froze her. Her mom had left her...with him? His free hand roamed her wet shirt and began unbuttoning it. Her dad grinned at her. "That bitch left you FOR me." he said.Her body shutdown. There was no more fight in her. Her dad released her and as she lay there he took off her clothes. Laying there naked all she could register was the weird things her dad had done through her. Bizarre didn't begin to describe how this felt. After she became numb to the yuck factor and had only sensation to contend with, she had to admit to herself that under the right circumstances, under adult supervision, this might not be a bad way to die. Oddly, it was the tongue working in her mouth that she grew accustomed to first. When she found herself lifting her tongue so that he could get the underside too, she knew she was succumbing to something she hated.Her mother saw that in her. She must have felt it pressing into her belly. Once she had finished the wine I had bought her, I said that I thought it was about time we went home. Can't I have just one more, she said, after all it is my birthday. Against my better judgement, I bought her another large glass. When she had drained that one, she said goodbye to her men friends at the bar, giving each a big hug and a kiss. They each took the opportunity to grope her tits through her dress and stick their tongues down her.