Keith hadn't seen Scott since college, but they had been good friends. When he saw Scott go to the bar for drinks, he followed him, and pulled him asi...e.After a quick hello, Keith got to the point. "Scott, what the fuck are you doing with Mike's wife?" Mike's wife? What do you mean? Jen isn't Mike's wife, she's not even married. Mike set me up with her."Keith thought quickly. Even though he hated Mike, their social circles overlapped, and they often went to the same parties. He often saw Jen. "I frowned at her. "But I know what I did."Her smile didn't fade in the least. "You asked for a winning ticket and the Magic did the rest. I once had a two hundred and fifty dollar ticket."I sighed. "You said between twenty and fifty."She shook her head. "I said usually. That ticket helped me out of a jam. It was good to have the money." If this was only two hundred and fifty, I wouldn't feel so ... so..." I couldn't find the right word."It's called Winner's Guilt," she said. "A lot of people. I stayed at a slight angle to her so as not to force her under the water. Swimming was slow, but we weren’t in a hurry. I slid my cock into and out of her as we glided over the reef. I ran my hand over her clit to make sure she came. Her body shook violently as she reached her climax. Just a few seconds later I felt my balls pump my sperm deep into her pussy. I rolled off her and we kissed before continuing our exploration. Chapter 7 We had no routine; we just did whatever came to mind. But. The story she told me was that she wanted Daddy to be happy and she didn't think she would help him to be. The story I heard later was that she didn't want to face his depravity day and night. The true story, which I managed to finagle out of my father, was that he'd raped her in just the ways he wanted. A few nights before she officially left, he drugged her with some GHB, tied her to one of the guest beds (where I wouldn't stumble upon her; I never went into the guest rooms then) and waited.