I headed to the bathroom and stayed there, while I heard my mom and dad fighting about him fucking his only daughter.I couldn't help but think about w...at they were saying. Was my mom asking how long we had been fucking, did my dad tell her, did she ask who started it?Which was me, of course. Would my dad open up about being seduced by me, his own daughter? So many questions, so many thoughts running through my head, but one thing which didn't stop going through my head was how much I wanted to. I did notice Jason kept glancing at Cindy and nudging Keshawn and that’s when I realized she didn't have any panties on and they were getting a nice view of her ass and pussy. Cindy again apologized about her “wardrobe malfunction” earlier and blurted out, "I was such a slut in high school before I met Bob and he taught me how to keep my legs shut," then blushed immediately. Jason and Keshawn exchanged knowing glances and Keshawn said, “Hey baby, it’s cool. You can’t let one tired old man stop. The attrition, devastation and casualty count of a single battle was truly appalling. Thousands would die in each minute. As often as not a captured ship was so damaged that it was no longer capable of continuing to travel across the vast distances of empty space. In fact, frequently the victors of such a battle would face not the slaughter and torture they’d already administered on the wretched survivors of the enemy vessel, but a long slow death as the life-support systems broke down. There. But first she needed to give him the type of going away present he loved so much and reached for his semi-erect cock. As she gently stroke the familiar shaft she wondered once again Why he liked this fondling in the morning, but he most definitely did. At least doing this took less time and made less mess than blow jobs or 'wham bam' quickies. Normally, she didn't mind. In fact, she enjoyed giving him handjobs. They always reminded her of the early months of their relationship especially that.