” I felt the black powder hit me; my throat constricted, and I start to cough. His body barred me from moving away, his arms around me, held me tigh... against him as the black dust fills the room like a low lying cloud. I don’t know what was worst, the intense coughing and spluttering I was making or the way my body was heaving against his solid frame. Without thinking, I turned into his arms and protected my face from the cloud of fine powder. I felt him tuck his face into my hair protecting. I had woken up with morning wood against my ass a few times. I always ignored it, chalking it up to nature. But this morning was different; my father was grinding against me slowly. His breathing was heavy and his voice was hoarse as he whispered, “It’s been so long.” I sat frozen, focusing on the feeling against my behind. Being so close to my father over the past couple years had bubbled up feelings of affection no daughter should have. I spent many a nights masturbating feverishly over him. She shifted to a sitting position and looked down at him. "Well, we'd be at our house in Los Angeles. You would be well established and wouldn't be reporting to Spring Training early. In fact, right about now you'd be getting your daughter ready for bed, tucking her in and reading her a bedtime story. Then you'd come to do the same for me. I'd probably be about seven months along with your son, having conceived him during the celebration after you won the All-Star Game MVP. You gave me the. "I didn't want to wake you." She must have had been there for a while and been deep asleep. At least I assumed she was still asleep since she did exactly what I'd feared and rolled even more on top of me pinning Mr. not-so-little-by-now Toliver between us. He thought this was fabulous, the little prick. All he wanted to do was get into that delightful young pussy and didn't give a damn what she'd been through."Kee, baby, you can't sleep here," I said shaking her just a little bit harder."What?".