As we were lying in bed the first night, talking, he rolled over and looked me square in the eye. He said. "Would you suck my dick?" My heart jumped i... my chest! Was one of my deepest fantasies about to come true? Did he really want me to suck his cock? I had to play it cool. What if he was just fucking with me? What if he told our family I willingly gave him a blow job? I could be turned into the family "faggot" in no time and endure a lifetime of harassment and ostracism. I looked at him as. ”“What the hell does that mean? It that good or bad?” Jennifer asked.“It’s, uh, kind of a so crazy it just might work kind of thing. You ... might not like it.”She sighed. “Tell me.”“I think you can use the roar of the crowd scorching sonic blast like a rocket exhaust to change direction and catch that thing off guard. But to get close enough to the creature, I’m going to have to throw you.”“Throw me?” She sighed again. “That’s your only idea?”“Given short notice and what we have on hand,. We’d never have...” He left the rest unsaid and escorted his wife out of the auditorium. They’d always assumed the worst about their daughter. I wasn’t about to confirm any of it. Pain was all any of us knew anymore.I went home.The doctor had given me some pretty kickass drugs to combat the pain of my burned hands and various other injuries I didn’t know I’d received. A hospital counselor added a brochure on the seven stages of grief. Shock, denial, anger, bargaining, depression, testing,. When he was finished he looked at her and asked, “Did you like that?”“Yessss…I……did….” She gasped“Good but I think it is time to fuck that sweet teen pussy!” he answeredMy cock was jerking and I wanted to cum badly. I watched as he pushed her face down on the couch. He positioned her so her ass was up in the air. Then he positioned his cock at her opening. I watched as he slowly slid deep into my daughter’s pussy. Allison moaned as the cock filled her. I had to squeeze my cock to keep from.