I could see it. I took his hands and placed them on my thighs and told him to keep doing what he was doing. I could feel him trying to resist the feel...ngs that were obviously taking over. I needed to get closer. I got up, and sat on his lap cowgirl style. My D cup was right in his face. He wasn’t getting away this time. I kissed him, nothing too much, it was a 10 second kiss but it ended with me sucking on his bottom lip. I could feel it, right under me, he was hard as a rock. There was so much. Pam came over and held my hand and cried with me.After a few minutes, I was able to compose myself. "I'm sorry for being so emotional. I've spent a lot of time crying alone the last few years, especially here at the cabin. I just can't seem to let her go." You had that rare perfect love," she said."Yes, it was perfect in many ways."Pam asked, "I wonder what she meant about never leaving you. Maybe she knew that her spirit would always be a part of yours in some way."I replied, "Maybe so. But if. ”“I need to fuck that tight cunt before it gets sloppier.”But before anyone else claimed me, Daddy had ripped his cock out of my mouth. His strong hands seized my shoulders and spun me around on my knees on the stage. He mounted it, still in his suit. He ripped off his jacket and brought his cock, wet with my spit, to my asshole.“Preacher's going to bugger his daughter,” someone called out.My eyes flashed to the boys watching on the other side of the stage. Peter was there, his glasses perched. As I turn, I see a younger guy standing at the table and you talking to him and are really smiling and giggling. As I’m sitting the drinks down, I hear him say “Would you like to dance?” and I startle him as I came back. He goes, “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you and your father’s dinner.” You start giggling loudly and say “Did you ask to dance?” and he nods. You stand up and smile and say “Dad, you don’t mind if I dance with this handsome young man do you?” as you give me the most.