It opened when I pulled. Inside was a dark laundry room with a rusty washing machine and a bucket filled with dirty clothes. I rummaged through the di...ty clothes, trying to find spare pants.I heard someone singing. The voice was low--it vibrated through the walls. I froze and stayed that way for a minute, afraid of making any sudden movements. The singing was more like chanting.Most of the clothes in the bucket were too big for me, which made sense considering Wayne was an overweight old man. He continued thrusting into her mouth, her gagging every so often, tears in her eyes. He pulled himself from her tongues grip, her mouth followed as if scared she would never get it back. “Stand up and turn around” he ordered, pulling her up by her hair. She did as she was told, still rubbing at herself now facing the cubicle door. One of his hands moved quickly from her hair and groped harshly at her breasts, a moan of excitement escaping her lips. He pulled her close to him, his cock pressing. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band and slowly pulled it over my cheeks, exposing my firm butt and then down my legs. I was sure that he could clearly see my pussy and butt hole in this position, especially since his chair was just a few feet from me. -“Now turn around, that’s it, and sit back on the couch.” I did and crossed my legs immediately. He seemed to like this look also. There was no way to protect my modesty, his gaze was penetrating me from all angles. “Open your beautiful legs for. The way it filled her up and made her feel all soft and warm inside was fabulous. She pushed down, wanting all of the cock-meat her pussy could possibly stand to take.John felt her eating up the inches of his prick, and it stewed in his mind. He'd had no idea his daughter was such a hot one. He pushed back at her, trying to match her youthful enthusiasm. His cock felt strangled in the tunnel of her cunt, and he wondered, briefly, if she was a virgin Then he told himself that just wasn't.