Juanita sort of slithered up to me and asked, "How are you this morning, Maestro?"What's with the Spanish? Two could play this game, "Cómo sean usted...esta manana, mi senora especial?" ((How are you this morning, my special lady?)Juanita grinned at me and slapped my shoulder, "You make fun of me. I call you my master and you do what?" I asked my special lady how she was this morning." You don't speak Spanish often, why now?" Juanita asked, in a sincere way."You surprised me, mi senora especial,. A couple more grunts and he just stopped and laid on top of me. We stayed like that for a bit as the impact of what had just happened sunk in, pun intended. The moment was lost within seconds as we heard the garage door open. I could not imagine what my parents would say. We quickly got up and threw our cloths on. I could not find my panties so decided to go without. Jake threw his cloths on, kissed me bye and crawled out my bedroom window. Nervously I went upstairs to greet my parents. . I didn’t think about that. Are you uncomfortable?” he asked.She drew his hand up to cup her breast over her blouse. “No. It’s just a sore feeling. It doesn’t bother me.”Sia wondered if he knew how amazing it had been for her. It was so much more, so much better than she’d ever imagined. He’d been so gentle with her, too. It had hardly hurt, just a twinge of pain. But, Gawd, feeling Dad inside her was the best.She’d felt Dad cum the first time and been so proud. But, the feeling of him filling. It was only her last gasp plea that brought me to my senses. By then I had had my belt unbuckled, my zipper down and my pants opened at the top with my engorged cock aiming upward while my hands were pushing at the back of her head, trying to force her mouth to suck me off."Daddy! Please, NO!" Sandy had managed to scream one last time when it finally penetrated my inebriated mind what I was doing."Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Apologies flew out of my drunken mouth as I let my frightened daughter.