He vowed to hide in his room until they left. He didn't want to run into that devilish little freak. There was no way he was going to allow himself to...be preyed on again."Daddy," Stacy cried as she entered his room with a rather disturbed facial expression.Busted! he thought as he sat up. "Yes." Mom's here," she stated.John froze. "Wha-what? Who?" Carol!" a voice roared as she kicked his door ajar. "I need to speak to your father, alone."Stacy looked at her appalled dad until he nodded. She. ‘Damn,’ I muttered. Ever since the divorce, I had tried hard to avoid her and now here she was, intruding into what had been a private moment with my fiancée. I remembered back to that first night we had kissed. I had walked her home after the dance at the school. She had been left high and dry by her date who preferred to spend his time with his team mates rather than dance with her. To this day, I still don’t understand what he was thinking. I took her up to the front door and somehow kissed. I strapped it on and said, “Get on all fours.”“Yes mistress,” she cooed.“I like that slut. Beg for your mistress’s cock?”“Oh please, fuck me like the new lesbian I am. Pound my tight cunt that you now own.”I moved my cock to the entrance of her vaginal canal; I rubbed the cock around her entrance, teasing her.She begged, “Please shove it in. Fuck me like your other whores.”With that I slid the cock in and began fucking her. I started slow, my hands on her waist. I asked, “How does my cock feel. “C’mon,” he said, “Let’s get a drink.”We walked past what I thought was two guys having anal sex but then realised the guy taking it was also giving it to a third guy who was then giving it to a fourth. The synchronisation was admirable and might have seemed rehearsed if it wasn’t for the obvious grunts of pleasure. The guy at the front was being sucked off by a girl with vibrant flamingo feathers in her hair.“Do you come here often?” I asked. We’d reached the bar and its immaculate cleanliness.