Eve gagged at the rotten teeth and the foul smell that emanated from this thing. The figure waved his arms and ordered the party to continue. Allan b...ought Eve a drink and danced closely to her. The drink was strong and enough to make Eve feel totally relaxed. The music changed to soft African drums. The beat was intoxicating and Eve began to dance in a provocative way. The couples formed a circle around Eve and clapped their hands in time to the beat of the drums. Allan held Eve momentarily. " He's okay," said another voice. I decided that it was my maternal unit, code-named Mom.I decided to try opening my eyes again.I opened them just a little, and they still burned. I closed them and blinked hard, trying to liquefy them. No, not liquify; moisten. Why was it so hard to think?I opened my eyes again. They still stinged. Stanged. Stang. Stung. They stung, but not as much. I kept them open. Same puke green ceiling. I looked around. I was in a hospital room. I should have known. Only. It's as simple as that." "I wondered why his, well, his er...Why he's always on parade, if you no what I mean. Standing to attention." "Quite." "That explains it. Whenever I help him in the bathroom, he always gets, you know – stiff. It’s so damned awkward - and embarrassing. I have to get him to stand a good two metres - that's about six tiles - from the toilet and let him pee up into the air while I in the meantime, make the necessary adjustments for angle and flow and attempt to guide it. "Yesss, Daddy!" she shrieked.Her hands were on his shoulders, clutching, tugging him toward her. She pulled his head down hard into her crotch and ground her wet little virgin pussy against his mouth.Her juices were wet on his fact. His tongue lashed at her clit, harder and harder with each whipping stroke."Ohhh, shiiittt," the schoolgirl moaned.Loni lifted her little ass up from the car seat. Her hips rose and her pussy met her father's mouth and his probing tongue. Her daddy always drove her.