He never lets me see it and he runs away as soon as he finishes. I always have to go to the bathroom as soon as he leaves." Dad fucks you in the ass, ...o shit?" Brad was incredulous. He couldn't imagine his father m*****ing his own daughter. He was a harsh man, but Brad never suspected he was doing anything so unlawful. The thought of it was reaching his balls, however, and starting to make his prick jump again, even though it was beginning to get really raw from all the use.Kelly was still idly. She sounded a big off, slurring her words. Also sounded pissed off.She wanted some company, her hubby & her had an argument about his work. She finally confronted him with her suspicions. He was working on a project, and NO, he was not fucking around on her. She needed someone who she could talk with over a few drinks.I wandered over. She was sitting at the kitchen island, looking very drunk, relaxed and with a huge glass of wine in front of her. She ran her fingers through her long thick hair,. "I saw the curtain part on an upstairs window and Katherine's grinning face."Come down," I said. "I'm taking you to dinner."She came out wearing tight jeans and a sweatshirt, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She threw her arms around me on sight and I lifted her up, wanting so badly to kiss her. But I knew I had to resist."I'm so glad you're here," she said. And she kissed me on the cheek.I drew back and planted a quick kiss on her lips. She looked back over her shoulder."It's okay," I. His strong arms protective and yet so gentle. His lips covered mine and our tongues danced together. He pulled away and turned me around. The warm water hit my back as he positioned himself behind me. I felt him run the soap over my back then down to my hips. He roughly soaped them then I could feel him pull the cheeks apart exposing my hole to his view. I could tell by his touch that he was knelt down watching as he spread my cheeks apart. "Bend over, baby, please and spread your legs.