. my dad having sex with my girl—" You think it could change something between you and your father if he had sex with me?"Dave nodded, glad that she...had cottoned on so quickly. "I think this is one threshold I don't want to cross. Not yet, at least, because I'm not his equal. Maybe I can cope with it when that day comes." That's an interesting point," Iris finally said.Both pondered it in silence for a while, until the silence was broken by the sounds of the four adults finally returning from. The second night I had to get her in the house and into bed I decided to take a chance and strip her completely. This proved no problem at all and I got to fondle the whole package. While finger fucking her I found her pussy full of wetness which appeared to be her lube and her dates cum. I covered her and went to bed.I laid in my bed, unable to sleep for 20 minutes reviewing what had happened. I worried about her waking naked but finally realized she wouldn't remember anything.. I. .. maybe it was something she should know, but I didn't want her to know. She was ... touchy, was maybe the right word. Touchy. Easy to get annoyed. Then she got weepy. And then she'd go into like a trance, staring at the horizon. Everything was out of character for her.You ever hear about the thousand yard stare? Some soldiers who'd been in rough combat situations would get it. I got it. I guess it was sorta PTSD, but not as bad. You just got to thinking about something and the rest of the. They were like two steel ball bearings, rolling around in the bottom of a tin can. Even the slightest movement of my head would set them off again. I tried to form a coherent thought. Where was I? What had happened to me? I was lying on a cool, firm surface, trying to concentrate. There was a cover over me. I could feel it. Was I dead? No, the cover stopped at my chest. My chest. I could feel the pain just below the surface. Why wasn’t anyone here? Was this a morgue? I had to make someone.