Gone were all thoughts of anger or retribution. She was jealous. Jealous of her own daughter. She wanted to be Claire, to be the girl getting fucked b... her own father. She watched as the girl carefully guided her father’s prick to its proper place. She let go, and then threw back her head with a deep moan. Phillip was sliding into her, pushing into her body. He was fucking her. Growing up, Elizabeth’s father had been absent more than he was present, and she had the most wonderful memories of. I can’t believe I let it happen and now I’m worried what will happen next. I don’t have to wait long as while i sit there I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and it simply says ‘Come over now, or you know what happens’.I nervously get up and make my excuses to my wife saying I need an early start at work. She looks surprised as I hadn’t mentioned it, but didn’t complain as I grabbed my bag and went out to the car. I pulled up at her. The question was in my eyes. I know I wanted this so badly, for me, Mike, our future children.His next words sent chills down my spine.‘Dont move.’He walked behind me and turned me to face the railing looking out over the countryside. His hands traced down my shoulders and arms before coming to rest on my thighs. He was definitely feeling every inch of my body as they moved down my frame. My body froze as he made his way back up and pushed the straps of my dress off of my shoulders. I grabbed. I screamed "NO!" and moved three steps forward as fast as I could. Because of the way everyone was placed, I couldn't get between Cindi and the jerk soon enough to stop him from grabbing her, so I did the only thing I could - I grabbed his arm and spun him around.About that same time, I heard Amy's voice say "Cindy, stop Mom."As I was spinning the cop around, I was once again looking at Amy's face, and I swear I didn't see her lips move. They must have, because Cindi apparently heard her.