He smiled. It was a charming smile, a smile that made hearts melt. A smile that any woman would gladly open her legs for. I groaned. Taking that for a...yes he dipped back down about to capture my lips in a kiss."NO!" I pushed him back again. "Earl, Leave, get out. Now." I pushed his shoulders now, and used my legs as he got higher, my knee in his chest. "Get out Earl." But..." No. Out."He left, shutting the door. My pulse was racing. My nipples hurt with the cold after his mouth. My clitty was. I realized then that there was no stopping this, my own father was about to **** me, and I was going to let him. Perhaps then that wouldn't be ****, if I let him, would it? I admit, part of me wanted it, but in my mind I knew it was wrong and gross. Yet maybe it was the wrongness and grossness that helped bring me to such an abnormally high state of arousal. Up to this point I had fucked 7 different guys a total of a dozen times between all 7 and I had never been as sexually turned on as I was. "And then he left.-- NOVEMBER 2002 --We kept telling Carter to use his key, but he always stood on the front porch and rang the doorbell. Even though this house had once been his home, he didn't consider it that way anymore. And even though it broke Mom's heart for him to say it, Carter insisted that "the owner" wasn't even his family anymore, not technically, and it didn't feel right to just let himself in. Period.We were expecting him, so it didn't take me very long to get to the door. Always. I felt him cum up behind me and hump me against my bear ass as I was leaning over washing my feet. I felt his cock was either semi erect of it was near fully hard. I laughed and said you'll get yours. I then faked a chase around to the other side of the boat here Tom was waiting. He said you aren't going to hit him or anything. I said Tom, you may as well know. your s*s and I enjoy other people. I don't get as big a kick out of screwing girls in front of her as I do seeing her with other guys..