ut, I moved from my bed and buried myself in his. I remembered the smell. Sweat, but not pu but sweet, mase. I knew he wouldnt be back for awhile so I slipped my briefs off and rolled naked in the sheets. My mind was wild, my penis hurt, I thought I was going to cum in his bed! The door clicked, he walked in. What mould he think if he found me here? Like this? He was drunk. Not very drunk, not very drunk at all now I think of it. Hi came up to his bed, I hid iher side, there were no lights. He took of his heavy boots, I heard them crash on the floor. I heard a zip, and then a long sequenuffled sound. As he lifted the covers, a draft tickled my bare bottom, reminding me of my nudity. He slid in and the mattress sank towards him. Within two minutes he was asleep. I knew I should escape, dress, return to my own bed, but I could feel his warmth from the other side of the bed. I gave in. I crawled on all fours to his sprawling mass, took one arm a tightly around me. My back was only slightly shorter than his torso, so when I moved into his arms, his semi-hard penis lipped between my cheeks. He squeezed my in his sleep. He was so warm. I pressed hard against him and his penis twitched. I felt so fused, I felt dirty. I couldnt escape, his arms were to and the part of me that still wanted him stopped me fr any harder. I fell into a deep sleep.

In my dream, I was a girl, and my dad was fug me.

I woke up sweaty, naked, hard. But he was gone and I was in my bed. He came out of the bathroom, ed in a towel this time. He walked directly towards me and sat dowo me on my bed. I tried to move away to hide my hard-on. He waved his hands;

Its okay son, ive seen it al