Daryl laughed gave her back a look that said ‘Boy that was a dumb thing to say. “I love fooling around with you Daryl. I get sooo wet and horny wh...n we do stuff. I don’t know whether we’ll go all the way really soon, but I think about it a lot.” Daryl produced the condoms he had just received. “I guess I do too.” Cindy gasped “Where did you get those? Are they really what I think they are?”Daryl put one in her hand. She examined the small package alternately looking at him and it. “Can I open. Only slick, hot, wet flesh grasping you. We pause a moment. "Fuck," I moan. Your hands reach for my hips again, grinding me deep onto your cock. Rocking me back and forth, then beginning to guide me up and down. I follow your lead and soon I'm cumming. You allow me a quick breath. Then begin pounding into me again. Stroking me up and down. I cum again. Collapsing against your strong chest. You guide my limp form off of you, as you open the passenger door and slide out. I'm sitting where you. ”“Did you really think I’d intentionally hurt you like that? I’ve been honest with you, and everything I say is how I actually feel.” He grasped my hand again and stood in front of me. “It may feel too soon, but as I’ve mentioned, I want more with you.”I turned my head away, hoping he didn’t catch the blush that was creeping onto my face. “Okay.” I said. Unsure of what I meant, he asked me. “Okay,” I repeated, “I’m willing to try that with you.”“Wait, really?” His voice was lightly coated with. Amy's relationship with her father had definitely changed. She was more timid around him, more apt to do what he asked her to. Her dissent into teenage rebellion had been all but broken the night he'd raped her in his bedroom, when he'd spanked her and fucked her and made her cum harder than she ever had before or ever had since. After realizing the alternative to living with him-which was living with strangers in some foster care home at God knew where-she'd known she was stuck. Her only hope.