When he was finished he finally opened his eyes and seen me sitting there with his cum running down my face and shirt. He just cried out he was sorry and ran from the tent. I got up and slipped on my shorts and wiped my face ( I have to admit I did take my finger and wipe some of the cum with it and put it in my mouth) with my towel and walked out of the tent to try to talk to my dad. I found him sitting by the fire pit; the fire had been put out before we went to bed, with his face in his hands crying. I went over to him and put my arm around his shoulders and tried to tell him it was all right. He just kept saying he was so sorry and it must have been the whiskey he had been drinking that made him do it. I told him it did not matter that I knew he would never hurt me. That I still loved him and always would, no matter what. He slowly looked up at me and I pulled his head to my chest and stroked his hair as he cried against my chest. I began to feel warm again as I held him, I could. I was disappointed until . . .I felt his thumb under the elastic waistband of my panties, pulling them off my butt and down to my knees in one long slow drag. My wet pussy was now exposed from behind as I curled up, pushing myself backward toward him. I was expecting his cock but instead I felt his fingers, probing my soft folds and using my own wetness to lubricate my outer lips. From behind, from between my legs, his fingers marched their way northward toward my magic button. Slowly and gently, he began to apply pressure in a circular motion around my clitoris, as he massaged me into a sexual frenzy. I felt bolts shoot through my body. I needed to be fucked now. I reached back and found his hard cock. It seemed so much bigger than normal, in the moment. But I was ready for him, for anyone. I bucked back toward the phallus in my hand. I felt it parting my wet pussy lips, starting its steady and relentless descent. It bored into me like a miner’s drill. And I felt my pussy tremble as.
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