I knocked on her door and waited. Nothing. No response. One more try. No response. Screw it! I opened her bedroom door. Empty. Well, shit! Where was s...e?The bathroom was steamy but empty.Striding into the living room, my mind tumbling through scenarios, I grabbed my jacket and car keys, now angry with her. Where had she disappeared to?As I strode towards the front door, it opened, Callie walking in with a small plastic shopping bag.“Where the Hell were you?” I growled.Completely unperturbed,. Her father was a middle-aged, balding guy that worked at a supermarket and was a stoner himself, so he either wasn’t home or didn’t care if us college kids had a little illicit fun at his place. Unfortunately, Rachel’s mother divorced him a few years ago and Rachel was alone with him in the house.I definitely found her father to be a strange guy when I first started hanging out with her since we’d always be at his house partying and he’d never talk to any of us, introduce himself, or join the. He still wasn't in so he gave a little more force and popped her open"Oooowwwww owwwww owww" Jenna cried out."Sshhhhh I'm gonna make it feel better now" he talked her through it. He humped her until his cock went all the way in and he held it deep inside her. "Liz I want you to rub your pussy like I showed Jenna, that will make it nice and wet for daddy alright."He looked over and made sure she did as she was told before he started humping Jennas tight pussy hole. It was the tightest he felt,. We surfaced standing chest deep in the icy water. Her nipples peaked at once even more than the arousal had allowed, every inch of her skin puckered with goose bumps. I pulled her close and embraced the joy of our bond in spite of the cold. My manhood shriveled between us and I felt her tummy flex to seek its girth once again, it had gone south for the wintry blast of cold water. Her head fell back as she gasped in awe that the once magnificent phallus she craved had been stolen by the cold.