Patel was getting pissed. “Hold still you fucking Bitch.” Patel yelled.“Get off me you Fat Fucking Asshole.”Patel had enough. He let go of ...er ass with one hand and with his fullforce slapped her ass with resounding thump. Again, Again. Her ass reddened as let go with a barrage of slaps.“Dad, stop him, stop him Please. “ “AHHHHHHHHHHHH.”“Stop you fucking Bastard.” Screamed Kelsey sounding more desperate. “Daddy please help me, Dad.”My little slut daughter was begging for me to save her. . I pull your soaking wet cock out of my mouth and use the saliva on it as lube to run my hand up and down it a few times, massaging the tip with my hand in that way that makes you catch your breath, and the sound makes me nearly dripping wet. I know you are reading about all of the things I want you to do tonight, and its so intimidating, but also such a turn on. it’s a lot of pressure, putting all of your thoughts and fantasies down on paper, baring your soul completely to someone else, but I. Dad liked it a lot, but I just spent a little time with them and then went into my room and sat at my old desk to do some studying. Just after ten o'clock Cindy peeked into my room and said she and Dad were going to bed. She came in and gave me a kiss. She giggled and then whispered, "I had another beer. I'll be back in an hour, Peter. You stay awake sweet boy." Then she kissed my cheek and went out to go to bed with Dad. I couldn't go to sleep now. So I just continued doing some reading while. As it was, I almost tore my dress getting it off. I pulled off the slip and put my shirt and trousers on over my panties. I stuffed the dress and slip into a dresser drawer. Then I remembered my little-girl shoes-- I remember, they were Mary Janes--I pulled at the straps and got them off. Then...oh, shit!...my shoes and socks were still in my parents' bedroom. I put on a fresh pair of socks, and just then Mommy came in. I explained about the shoes and socks, and she went and got them while.