"The man glanced toward Amelia."So you're saying you've had little part of your daughter's life?" he asked."Until recently I was unaware of her existe...ce," I answered. So far I had not lied. I mentally patted myself on the back."You said you saw Mr. Federici yesterday," he continued. "May I ask about the details of that meeting?"I started to be a smart ass and reply that he was free to ask about them. Instead I just gave him the answer."The details of my conversation with Enrico Federici were. .He had forgotten to close the door, so I thought it would be no harm if I was to peak inside. That decision to look, to engage my curiosity, was the most earth-shattering I ever made.There she was, straddling him as if he was a mechanical bull. He was certainly moving like one, thrusting into Emily like there was no tomorrow. My father was fucking my girlfriend. It occurred to me only seconds later the gravity of that sentence...My father was fucking my girlfriend!I crept further in, tilting. As I did what I was told she walked over pushed me down sat on my lap and asked if i thought she was good looking as I stuttered, she pulled a tiny whip out and hit the side of my leg. I yelped yes, then she said good now on all fours as i went down she told me to stay and don't move.I sat there wondering if i should move but before i knew my boxers were ripped down and i felt a large rigged dildo go up my ass. I was filled with pleasure and wanted to turn but knew I should not move. Vicky. "She said, "I'm glad you called. I just got off the phone with my parents. You made quite an impression on Mom; she asks about you often."I said, "I hope you don't feel pushed by Lib and Libby. They mean well. I like you, but I don't want to rush things."Pris said, "I like you, too. I look forward to seeing you again."I said, "I would like for you to come down for date night at the fraternity. We dress and introduce special dates to the house. It's well done. We have one most Thursdays. It's.