Fucking punish this slut!’ Or did I imagine that? ‘Not going to be abused any longer’? Bullshit, Vic, nobody’s abusing you: you’re just a fi...thy slut who gets off on sucking married dick, that’s all!”“Giles! If it hadn't been for us, she’d still be alive. Maybe not still married to you – but at least she wouldn't have pronounced that terrible curse!” Vicky paused to take another desperate drag on her cigarette. “I’ve driven my best friend to her death, Giles, and unlike you I’m not so heartless. “Dad? I’m not wearing any clothes,” she said softly, pulling the towel over her form but careful not to move otherwise. “Why?”“I wanted to see if it mattered, to turn back the clock,” I said.Stacy was totally silent, processing all that had been done with her, done to her and things she did all on her own over the last 48 hours without betraying a single emotion on her face. I actually once checked her levels to make sure she was feeling emotion at all; indeed, they were flooding through. Damn, she was hotter than I had seen her before. I thought she was going to suck my tongue out of my mouth. While trying to suck my tongue down her throat, she took my cock out and began to stroke it. It was already as hard as it had ever been. Then she took my hand and pushed it towards the gaping leg hole on her shorts. “Feel it” she said. When my fingers touched her pussy, it was even more soaked than the last time it had been, when she had worn the football jersey. As my fingers touched. She had already come twice before me, to be honest I was really surprised at that. When I came she moaned and came again. It’s supposed to be a magical experience when you cum at the same time as your lover, and I felt that magic. When I was done I fell back onto the bed. ‘We both should take a shower.’ ‘How about together.’ She said looking into my eyes. God I loved her so much. Since I had my own bathroom in my room it was perfect. After our shower we went down to the kitchen to get.