As usual she slammed up against him, pushing those lovely boobs against him."DADDY!" she yelled "I'm SO glad to see you! I want to have some of my fri...nds over for the holiday, Daddy, for an extended slumber party ... PLEEEEASE?" She looked up at her handsome father's face adoringly.Then, feeling what was pressed against her stomach she went on. "DADDY!! You have a hard on again! Why do you ALWAYS have a hard on?"They had this conversation fairly regularly. He had originally tried to avoid. William looked at me and then noticed where my other hand was and his face lost its happy smile and his eyes got very worried. "It's all right, Al-Alice. That is my Uncle Ambrose."I glanced up at him with a suspicious look. "Uncle?" They looked nothing alike, Eoin and Ambrose."Not a real uncle, but Uncle Ambrose knew my dad back when he was in the Navy. Dad was only in four years, but he and Uncle Ambrose kept in touch and when Ambrose got out, he came to work for Dad," he explained, reaching. “That’s turning me on.” He smacked his lips, and continued. I was behind him, his hand grasped into mine. For his features, he appeared a little bit older than me, but not older than Alexander. Seventeen was my presumption. He finally found a space for us, and unfastens the door, not too much in case someone was occupying the room. It was empty, so we stepped in, and he flung me violently into the rosy bed, my dark thoughts tormenting me. He stood in front of me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “He was killed on the motorway. My ma were still pregnant with me at the time. I was five when she remarried. I sort of remember the wedding. I reckon that was the last time she were truly happy.” Zack went quiet for a moment as he remembered.“She met this guy at work,” he eventually said. “He was nice at first, but soon after they got married he started to turn nasty. He was a bit of a bully and a control freak. Then he lost his job and blamed it on my ma. He got another job, but it weren’t as.