He felt himself getting hard, and turned around to walk out of the bathroom.“Daddy?” His daughter called.“Yeah honey?” He asked, not turning a...ound.“Why were you looking at my body like that?”“I wasn’t. I-““I like the way you look at me Daddy.” Jacie whispered, stepping closer to her father. He turned around. “I like that your cock gets hard when you look at me.”Jacie moved closer to her father, pressing her wet body against his. He was only in boxers, so his hard cock was pressed right up. If Dave would come in now and see us, it would break his heart. But I didn’t stop fucking his dad. Soon I was not only thinking about Dave, but also shouting his name. “Dave, Dave, ooohhh, Dave!” This made Pete only to ram his thick dick faster in me. I felt how he was ready to cum, and I remembered the promise Dave and I had. I wanted Pete’s cum so badly in my pussy. I knew that he must have thought of fucking me all day and that his balls were loaded with gallons of cum. But still there was. “So the preacher plans it. He carries the pistol into the house and shoots Ralph and Ester first,” Jenny said.“No he shoots them according to his own order. The most serious threat first. He shoots Ralph first. Then moves on to Ester, Next would be Sharon. She would be a ritualistic killing using what he sees as a sacred method. Something from the old testament, maybe.The baby he has to see as innocent. She gets the merciful death. In our little piece of fiction, it is a plastic bag over her. Mostly so we can allwatch him be so awkward and uncomfortable."Laughter and cheers echoed around as Brad stood up and I was escortedto the center chair. I tried to get up but my protests were ignored anddrowned out. Someone dimmed the lights and some eighties rock startedplaying as she opened the door.I don't remember all of what happened next; my body didn't devote a lotof blood to brain power. When she reached the part of the dance whereshe was on my lap, sitting and grinding, I do remember.