I lifted my free leg onto the arm of the sofa, over dad's head, if he should open his eyes, he would see me as a woman and not his daughter, a fact th...t had a strange excitement in me, somehow masturbating in his sleeping presence held me on the edge, feeling my wet vagina around my inserted fingers and looking at dad's hard and swollen cock, suddenly made sense if they were as one.I moved to the front of the sofa, my eyes on dad's face as he slept blissfully unaware of my closeness, now I was. Well she knows''i walk silent to his pickup truck''you look nervous''''....''''we smoke weed you dont do anything you dont wanna do''i was nervous as hell him telling me i was cute and he like my bubble assi could only thank him i was speechless of how,,,,easy he was having me going home with himi never felt so weak then when we got in his place he pick me up like a k**i was in his arm dropped soon on his bed and i started panicking liikunf to my left , at the little pink skirt and bra on the. I even whimpered and gaged to his delight. "You sound like a porn star you bitch boi. Enjoying that cock NOW aren't ya, you little cockfuck, bitch boi!" He would call me lots of names, degrading, humilating names... and every time he would emphasise BITCH BOI... I kinda liked it... man, I was drunk... He thrust deep hitting the base of my throat, plunging his entire shaft back in my throat. I gasped for air, but he just gasped, and let out a hard moan as his cock pulsated and blew its load deep. I didn't fuck around. It would be stupid to play coy at this point, and frankly my clothes needed to be off. They felt binding and itchy. My skin was hot and it wanted air. So in less time than it took him to get his shoes off, I was down to my bra. It's not like I really need one, but the blouse was sheer, and I wore it as as a sop to modesty. But my desire ran into the unexpected, I got shy. It was easy enough to shuck out of my skirt and blouse. But the act of taking off my bra in front of.