'I had been raised in a very strict, almost puritan home. Some of those habits still lingered in me. After I had turned 18, I had rebelled and was all...too happy to leave home. My father was at times a little peculiar. He was definitely over bearing. I never knew my mother. She had died when I was a baby.I was having a pleasant enough time at the party, but after a couple of hours I was about ready to head for home. That was when she walked into my view. As soon as I saw her I was immediately. She looked so hot and she knew it.She turned to look at me "Can I do anything for you daddy" I pointed to the floor in front of me and said." come here you little faggot and show me how gay you are "She knelt down in front of me and started to pull down my shorts . My cock sprang up like a coiled spring she held it in one hand sliding her hand up and down slowly looking up at me then she groaned ." I'm so gay daddy please let me suck it daddy "I grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth towards my. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a ruckus in the next room. The sound ofmetal hitting the floor and screaming came wofting through thecorridor. Was I the only one to whom they were doing this?Ben ran from the room, knocking over a table of surgical instruments onhis way out. A scalpel, still uncleaned and covered with dried blood,fell between my legs, missing me by only inches and stuck into thetable. I turned my head to see what was going on, and could only makeout shadows. Ben reemerged into. Such a damned cynical cavalier jade.I made fun of homos, spicks, spooks and chinks,and my mysogynist raving always raised quite a stink!And when some bleeding heart took exception to me,I sneered in disgust and I called him PC.My life was a playland of thoughtless bombastwith no consequences, that I thought would last.But the night that the Rutger's girls played Tennessee.Everyone suddenly came after me!Maybe my comments pushed the limits a bit;but tell me those home girls weren't skanky as.