He didn’t linger. Maybe he didn’t even notice that there were occupants in the car. Certainly, my breasts were currently keeping the male occupant...of the car from noticing anything that was going on outside. Still, in a slight nod to modesty and decorum, I reached my right hand down the side of the seat and found the lever that laid my seat back, allowing me perhaps some measure of privacy, aside from the dark street and the overhanging oak tree. The adjustment of my seat also apparently. Not an orgasmic ejaculation, just an ejaculation. As if my balls could no longer stand the pressure and something had to give. I instinctively knew from constant masturbation that I would not completely loose my erection and would be good to go again. And the second time around would require some major stimulation to achieve the orgasm that I now so desperately needed. We stayed pressed together, but motionless, for a few seconds. I began to recover from the sensation of coming as the exquisite. I didn't see him again until the next morning.He sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal, I looked at him, not sure if I should say hello or not. I got a cup of coffee, and sat down with him. It was silent for a while, and I couldn't stand to only hear the soft hum of the refrigerator working."Daddy, I..." Hush! I don't want to talk about it."I was taken back by the harsh way he had spoken to me."Daddy, please." No. It shouldn't have happened." But I liked it." I don't want to talk. What I don't think mother could accept was that the blood line of the females in our family were very sexual, right down to me and another female cousin of mine who was pregnant at fifteen, with as many as ten who could be the father and who continued to have sex with all of them until another little girl entered our blood line, she was christened Alisha.'Pack a shoulder knapsack' mother instigated, and when queried I was told we were going over to look after her's sister's estranged husband.