I tried waking him up, shaking him, yelling at him to go down and take care of his obviously drunk and passed out girlfriend all I got in return were ...runts and growls, a fuck off, a stream of vomit that missed the trash and then back to face down on the bed&hellip, no help here. Went to my room, changed to boxers and a tee, and headed to the kitchen, this mess will be on me I figured. I got back to the kitchen and sat the girl up, leaned her against the kitchen island lightly slapped her. I was ready to marry a man whose cock I hadn't even sucked. Or takenhis cock into my "pussy."Guess I'm an old-fashioned girl.Our loving glow quickly turned to sexual heat as Daddy gave me a proper"feel-up." He was driving me crazy by tongue-kissing my mouth as he"groped my goodies." First my "pink package," then he moved his rough,calloused (oooh) hand up my tummy to my nipples. I had no idea that proper manipulation of my nipples would be so gut-clenching sexy. The thought flashed through. He was sure it was now dry or the pipes and/or pump didn't work. Besides, city water was available so why rework the well?The next morning Garrett rose early. He usually slept late every chance he got but the hard floor of the bank wasn't conducive to lying around and dozing. He quickly dressed and headed for the door intending on finding something to eat, perhaps at the next-door cafe.He was still drowsy and consequently didn't pay attention when he wandered out the front door of the bank onto. He lent forward slightly and I felt his hand reaching down and pulling my panties to one side. I thought he was going to suck on me but instead he started to finger around and then into my ass. I spread my legs wider, indicating that I wanted more, Mike just said, "You are a fucking right little whore aren't you?" I didn't answer, I was too busy sucking on his gorgeous balls to want to stop. Using two fingers he buried them into my ass, up to the knuckle, and then proceeded to finger-fuck me..