I doubt if Mr. Kent's friend's eyes could have gotten any bigger.Mr. Kent ordered me to fetch two beers. When I returned, Heather was in the stranger'... lap being pawed. He had one hand on one of her tits and the other burrowing in her crotch. But at least he didn't seem to be too rough on her. Not like some of the cops at the party to which Mr. Kent delivered us. This man was obviously in awe of Heather.I handed one beer to Mr. Kent and held the other man's beer while he pawed my daughter.. As he sat down in an old, 60's era kitchen chair, he looked to his right and saw a small box that had at one time most likely been red but had with age faded to a waxy pink colour. The box was about the size of a large phone book, and something about it piqued Steve's interest.He stood, and walked a few paces over to the box. Lifting it gently from the shelf it was sitting on; he blew a thin layer of dust off and slid off the top. As he did so a small piece of paper fluttered to the floor.. But something about that last moment...when her father’s cock popped into her throat...when he just did what he needed without regard for her...it triggered something. It was...right. Especially for him. "I don’t know. But it’s okay, you can do that."He moved her to the couch and they cuddled. "The other thing that was always hard on your mother was how often I need that. If I don’t...pretty much every day...I get, well you’ve seen me lose it.”She nodded. It explained a lot she’d observed in. One night as I was sleeping, I heard a door closed and I didn’t pay attention that it was my door. I kept my eyes closed so whoever was in my room knows I am still asleep. Or so they think. Then all of a sudden I felt my bed moving and my hands were pinned down and there he was on top of me; holding me down. “What the hell are you doing?” I said. “What do you think I am doing Jules?” “You are married and so am I; I am not willing to fuck around. I am better than that Alex.” I said trying to.