So I knew mike was down, and even inside, C couldn’t stop staring.. Mike and I were leaned up against the island, they were on the couch, and he was...trying to get her to stay over. I knew he would sneak out as soon as she fell asleep... she was facing the tv, so I started slowly pulling my shirt up, while mike was rubbing on me.. C was locked on and not looking away. I knew he wanted me. D ended up calling them an Uber, so that’s as far as we went... that night....2 days later, we are having. You stand up and point to the arm of the couch. I grin and lay myself over it, my grin caused by the fond memory of the last time my Daddy fucked me here. You take the lube from my hand and move to stand behind me. Once there, you observe the sight of Your little girl ready and needing to be fucked. I cannot see what you are doing and I am confused when nothing happens. I begin to get nervous, unsure of the unknown. Suddenly, you lift up my skirt."Naughty little girl not wearing any panties.". She would have liked to have stayed this way forever, but the fear and anticipation of what they had planned started to weigh on her. Closing her legs, she gracefully rotated herself upright sitting on him like a chair, still keeping the blanket on purely for warmth. He took this cue leaning in to her shoulder length hair whispering,“ Are you sure about this?”“Fuck me”, was all she said, so soft he could just barely hear it. She used her legs to turn herself around, straddling him with his. He was staring absent-mindedly at the picture on the opposite wall. The picture often was the door into his dream world. After all these years the picture had never lost its fascination. He knew every colour, every detail, every brush stroke.Henry was so engrossed in his thoughts that he did not immediately become aware of his mother and sister who had entered the room. They did not pay any attention to him either. Mrs. Miller was telling Mary that she wanted to redecorate the dining.