We're not interested in dudes in tight pants, snug tops, and shoulderpads." "Pooh on that. Talk about UNflattering." "So true. You'd nevercatch me...in one of those awful helmets." All at once they heardthemselves sounding like a couple of catty boy-bitches. WHAT was goingon?***Meanwhile, George Frumpton was slumped in his lounger (authenticleatherette), a beer clutched in his hand, watching yet another sportsprogram. His wife Trish was standing in the doorway, eyeing the familiarscene. Sure enough, the walls and floor were paved with concrete. The same old electronic equipment were still there, up against the wall. Trash littered the floor and the rounddining table at the center of the single room, most of it were glass bottles and jugs suckeddry from their liquid contents.There she was, Dashie, sleeping on a crude makeshift cot. A glass bottle filled halfway withalcohol sits in her hand, her mouthwas wide open as she sleeps, did I mentionshe alsosnore?Rickof course was busy. She then starts, provokes me, curious to know if it's what she suspects."What was? Talk!" Nothing, no. I'm not well today." Are you sad?" Yeah."She takes off her glasses and comes, passes her hand in my hair and I try not to pay attention to her stuffed bra. I look down worried about the erection that's starting to leave me for no reason."You need it, don't?" What?"The looks cross, sparkle. My breathing picks up a rhythm and she fixes a lock of my hair. There's a smile, a mixture of innocent.... .daddy needs to be inside of his baby girl." he pleaded. "Yes daddy, fuck me...fuck me harder than you ever fucked mom!" I begged. He spread my legs and positioned his cock at the tip of my pussyhole. I wasn't a virgin, but I didn't have too much experience either and my daddy was bigger than any of the guys I had ever been with. "Are you ready baby?" he asked, looking for signs of fear. I took a deep breath and said "I'm ready daddy." He plunged himself inside of me, pushing all the way in. He.