I knew that it was having the effect that I wanted as her breathing had become shallower and she had opened her legs wider allowing me freer access to...that spot that she wanted me to touch. She was trembling with sensations that she had never felt before and gasped out loud when I slid my finger under her panties and into her wet slit. I penetrated into her vagina and ran my finger onto her clit, she shuddered and clutched me even harder, and her hips were bucking in passion as she tried to. Maria must be with her inside the shed.As quietly as I could, I carried Dad to the back of the shed and lowered him to the ground. Then I walked around to the front and went inside."Oh my god! Oh my god!" Maria screamed. "You're hurt. Oh my god!" I'm fine. Just tired." You're bleeding."I looked down. Dad's blood soaked my shirt. "It's not mine." What happened? I don't—"I put a finger to my lips for Maria to be quiet. I looked over at Mom. She was the same as always. I motioned for Maria to come. She liked to drink and do d**gs. Her drinking would start when she got out of bed in the morning and last until she went to sleep at night. There were days where she handled her drinking fairly well and there were days were she would get way out of hand. One night I picked her up after she got off duty and she was drunk as a skunk and feeling sorry for herself. While we were heading home she tried to climb out the window and I had to drive and try to hold on to her to keep her from falling out. . . and he was slightly surprised at the new level of suggestion that he was now commanding. They entered the office, briefly discussed when she was expected home . . . and satisfied things would work out for a half hour or so . . . he locked the door and sat behind his desk slowly rubbing his lengthening shaft. He thought if she would just pull her top up so he could see her titties . . . that would be a GREAT start . . . and then he began with his mind tricks . . . ‘Put your book bag down.