“Uh… Dad?”Bill leaned down, and kissed her in the middle of her back, giving her chills. “Relax, baby.” He trailed kisses down to her perfec... little ass, raining kisses all over the soft skin, and squeezing the pliant flesh. “I needed a short break, but now…” He rose up to his knees, and notched his prick head back into her pussy mouth. “You are absolutely going to love this.” Bill paused here, admiring the view. Her perfect heart-shaped ass was raised high, and he could see her dripping gash. And familiar… ‘Hi. Is there anything I can help you with?’ She bent her head back to ask her question and noticed his height as well. ‘Yes, I’m here…’ he glanced quickly around the room, ‘to get something to eat.’ he said with a raised questioning eyebrow and a tentative smile. ‘Oh yes, of course, table for one?’ At his answering nod she seated him with both menu and specials to dwell upon. She went into the kitchen to fetch his water and let the cook know that shortly she’d have an order for. As I grew up, I decided dad wasn't going to start any more shit with me!I became a black belt (without ever telling him), and I also bulked up; I had other interests as well, and some muscle never hurt a teenager!It was the sixties, and fathers were still getting away with everything; but my father was losing control entirely too often!His routine on weekends, was always the same: He'd force mom to suck him, and then he'd slap her for not letting him cum in her mouth!Then, he'd drill her for. But then Sharon was still officially married. It was clear that she would never get back with her husband but... He wondered whether there was some Romany rule about separation meaning divorce.He looked it up on the Internet and found there wasn't. Divorce was admitted in Romany society but involved the husband expelling the woman or her leaving him. On the other hand, she could no doubt invoke British divorce law and the two year separation rule.All the same, he did not relish the thought of.