Right beneath his pubic hair her father’s penis lay across his thigh, the business end pointing right in her direction. He was barely paying attention, mostly zoning out after his long day. But she also didn’t want him to worry about her given how much he was already doing on his own. What does it smell like? Now she wasn’t going to be able to help herself. Her tongue rubbed the underside of his shaft as she moved back up again. Her fathers’ steady breathing had quickened and inside she was too scared to panic. As she walked back to her room her mind was doing somersaults. She knew she shouldn’t stare and that she should run back to her bed, but she was mesmerised. “Another bad night, huh?”
“Guess it was too much to hope for to get two in a row,” she replied as she collapsed on her seat.
