Each time I bounced down on his hips, he pushed upwards. His pubic hair tickled my clitoris before it clashed onto him. Noise did not only come out of...our mouths, but also from my vagina. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop making love to my father! More, I wanted more. He wanted more. We were ONE. Half in trance I felt pressure building up, higher and higher, more and more. And then I forgot everything and exploded. I didn't see, I didn't hear, I didn't breathe. I melted and I was thrown into a. Eight thirty. “Fuck it.” She threw her blanket on the floor, turned the TV off and ran to her bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and jumped under the shower. After a quick wash, she stormed into her room. Emma was on a mission. Her friends would still be out and she was going to go meet them. She attacked her wardrobe and clothes were flying everywhere. Then she spotted it. The little red number she had bought about two months ago but hadn’t had the privilege of wearing yet. She grinned. “I... I didn’t want you to stay out. I’m scared.” She started speaking breathily but by the time she ended, she was letting out a small whimper. Her hands were on mine, trying to push them away but at the same time, pushing them to keep going. I felt my cock twitch on her back and she did too as I slid my hand farther down her curls. I stroked her pussy lips with my calloused index finger and felt her jump slightly. I slid my finger up and down, I could feel how wet she was, and it wasn’t just. That’s when she realized something else, despite being soaked, she wasn’t cold.Now looking behind, she screamed when seeing something large swim by and ran to the other side of the air pocket. Already starting to hyperventilate, arms crossing her bare chest, gown barely hanging from her waist, the boards below her feet wet and slick then slipped when she jumped from something else that moved.“Be careful my dear, I don’t want you getting hurt.” A hard voice said sternly yet, soothingly.Eyes.