"A couple of guys beat the hell out of me."She was guiding me towards the bathroom door. "Let's find out how badly you're hurt."The toilet seat was do...n and I slumped onto it. Already Nancy was gently taking off my trench coat and I helped her get me out of the rest of my clothing.When all of my mud-caked clothes piled up in a corner of the bathroom, Nancy helped me stand unsteadily in front of the mirror so that I could inspect myself. My face was unmarked; but the bruises around my rib cage. By the time Nick gets back I am dressed and have coffee on the table. He walks back in. He is wearing a cream yellow shirt. It's not a bright yellow but more like dark butter. It really draws out his tan. He has a pair of jeans on and finished it off with a pair of hiking boots. I melt as he walks in. I run the nights events over in my mind. I hand him a cup of coffee as soon as he enters. We take out cups of coffee out to the car. I hand Nick the keys back. "You Drive." I say with a smile. We. He almost couldn't remember what it was like to bed someone without using his talent at least a little.He started by trying to caress her hair. It was still too short for him to actually grasp a handful. He rubbed her bumpy scalp, feeling for the base of the hair follicals. The silky touch of her hair was sweet. She left her eyes wide open, watching his face to gauge his behavior. She couldn't read his mind, as she could most men.Being in bed with her was a sensual experience at arms length. He. Unfortunately, this meant that I didn't have anything I could use to delay his advances. I had been tired all day and when I went to bed I had conked out quickly and slept soundly.I dreamt of a faceless man slipping his cock into me as I slept, filling me up with his seed and not caring that I was unprotected and fertile.When I started to wake up Dad had already gotten his cock inside me and was sliding it in and out vigorously. My sleepy brain was flooded with pleasure from the dream and a.