My name is Bill and I'm a 40-year-old British guy, with a beautiful family. My wife, Sarah, who is a year younger than me. Her parents were originally immigrated from Hong Kong, so she has definitive Asian features, a sexy clipping body, long dark hair, and dark brown eyes. We have a daughter, 16-years-old, who we call MJ for short, and who in so many respects is developing into the skewer image of her mother. MJ has a more youthful, angelic aspect, framed by long silklike dark hair that cascades down her back almost to her butt and a fringe that covers her frontal bone, a trim 5'2"human body, with smallish perky knocker, which I guessed were probably no more than a 34B, and a cute little bubble-butt. Being a fusion of Asian and Western DNA, she is extremely reasonably, with a cute nose, gorgeous dark embrown oculus, and an endearing smile, which always seemed to overhear the attention of son.

Despite all this care, MJ still has a girlish innocence, still somewhat shy of boys, focusing more on her schoolwork with seemingly little interestingness in dating. In fact, her mother, still being somewhat traditional, actively discourages her from dating, citing that it would"cark her from her report ”. Consequently, I don't callback her ever going out on a serious engagement with a guy. Of course, she goes out with friends from time to time, which are mostly girls, although she has a brace of male friends, who she has known for old age, but for some intellect or early her male Friend always seemed to be gay, perhaps because she feels safer with them. I remember how they used to play dress-up together when they were young and even experiment with war paint. More than her attractive looks, her purity and sweet personality are endearing.

Sarah's parents live in Chinatown in London, where we first met before relocating to Leeds, a urban center some 200 international nautical mile north of Jack London. I had accepted a new job and had moved there about 5 years ago. Although the pay was slightly lupus erythematosus, we both enjoyed the benefits of living in a diminished country hamlet, a 30-minute effort from the metropolis. We had been able to afford a nice home plate, which was bombastic, with an expansive garden that Sarah took full advantage of, growing flower and sweet vegetables. The air here is so fresh, combined with the flavour of the countryside and the quietness, apart from an occasional passing car, it contrasted completely from the over-priced and frantic lifestyle of support and working in British capital. Moreover, we would never experience been able to yield such a Nice home in Jack London, so on balance the character of living was so lots estimable and totally cancel the small reduction in salary. Sarah didn't work, mostly spending her time on looking after the home, and of course, taking charge of MJ. As a mother but perhaps a bit too controlling, probably a result of her Asian heritage.

I had developed an gratifying habit of popping to the village's local pub, a trance formation, serving hand-pulled traditional ales, and decorated with dreary woods, the ledge and walls adorned with a vast array of memorabilia, old photographs, and antiquities. The pub was mostly frequented by topical anesthetic, both young and old, familiar spirit faces from around the village, mostly guys, occasionally accompanies by their married woman or girlfriend. Like all small community, the pub was the social substance of the settlement, a sort of forerunner of Facebook, a transfer from an era before computer and fluid headphone, a coming together place, where one would grab up with news, local anesthetic chit chat, and parcel stories at the pub rather than via a phone. Sarah never fussed at me about going to the pub and I would never over-stay. It became an vent for me, a way to de-emphasise from workplace. Over the age, I had become friends with the landlord, Dave, who always had a friendly and welcoming behavior, but he and I got on well on a personal level and would often spend clock time chatting whenever he was not busy serving other customers. Occasionally, we would even lead out and dally golf game together. Dave was a widower, having lost his married woman a few years before, to cancer, and to my knowledge had been single ever since.

About a calendar week ago, Sarah had decided to look at a trip to Greater London to visit her parents as it was coming up to her father's 65th natal day and she wanted to be there with to share it with him. Conveniently, due to some important work commitments I had to stay home, but she was happy to go on her own. Sarah's parents were old-school Chinese, keeping themselves to themselves, operating a miniskirt supermarket ; they rarely took clock time away or ventured out of their biotic community. I was somewhat relieved to not feature go with her. Her parents spoke a piddling side, but I knew that near of the conversation would end up being in Cantonese. I always felt like a bit of an foreigner to Sarah's mob ; I remember when we first told them that Sarah and I were going to be married it took them some meter for them to get used to the melodic theme. Consequently, they were always cultivated to me, but in an almost formal, uninvolved way, lacking any visible outbound star sign of warmth. Again, I put this down to culture and tended to just take on that this was normal. My decision to move 200 international mile away only made my relationship with them more take exception, almost as if I had taken their girl to the early side of the Earth, but Sarah had willingly and happily accompanied me. She often called them and knew that she was only a 2-hour caravan ride away.

As it was just MJ and me, I had postponed my almost nightly visit to the pub, instead, making sure I was home for MJ, rather than leaving her home alone. Friday nighttime rolled around, and I had made my mind up that tonight I was going to go there. I guess that I still felt a bit uncomfortable leaving MJ alone in the home, not because she wasn't responsible, just that I didn't want her to find alone, so somewhat on the spur of the here and now I offered her the chance to come with me. Surprisingly, she jumped at the opportunity and happily agreed before dashing up to her room to change.

Whereas in reality it was only about 10 minutes or so, it seemed ages before she came back down. I was struck with how beautiful and grown she looked. She was wearing an attractive foresighted blue dress, the type with short off-the-shoulder sleeves, with a white flower print, that hung down almost to her mid-calf. Her tomentum was down, laying across her bare articulatio humeri and she had applied a little eyeshadow and lipstick. She was wearing a duad of sub sandals, which added a dyad of inches to her superlative and seemed to change her posture slightly. MJ smiled and did a lilliputian twirl for me, she looked arresting, transforming almost by magic trick from scruffy stripling into a beautiful Edward Young woman.

"Do I look ok daddy ?"she asked adopting a coy, almost flirty expression.

"you look beautiful beloved, quite the immature lady"

She smiled happily and hugged me

"Daddy daughter date !"she joked, giggling happily

This was going to be her starting time visit to a pub, so I was a footling conservative about taking her because her mum would lynch me if she knew, but I was looking forward to spending some relax time together.

It was a pleasant summer evening, so along the short distance to the pub, we walked and chatted happily. I was definitely enjoying sharing quality time with MJ, even something as dewy-eyed as simply walking together to the pub.

"I really like that frock sweetie ; it looks great on you. Is it new ? ”. I noticed how the soft fabric clung to her, accentuating her slender shape, the humbled component part covering her legs, wafting slightly as we walked. If I hadn't been her dad and some 10 or so years new, I would definitely cause had her in my ken. I'm still surprised that she didn't already have a melodic line of Guy waiting to criticise on our room access. Being Asian, Sarah had always kept MJ on a fairly tight rein and often lectured her on the jeopardy of allowing herself to be distracted from her training. I think that was one of the few thing that Sarah and I really differed on. I understood the importance of her instruction, but I also wanted her to have the freedom to see life, even if that meant dating some scratchy teenager.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the pub. As we entered, I smiled and nodded to acknowledge the faces that turned to front in our charge, most of whom I recognized. There was the usual collection of topical anaesthetic farmers together with a few small business possessor and residents from the village. Normally I would accept a stool at the bar but as MJ was with me, so I went over to an empty corner booth near the windowpane that had an old red sofa and gestured her to sit.

"what would you like to drink truelove ?"

"dada, can I try a glass of vino ?"

I laughed,"I don't really think that's reserve dear, your mum would probably pour down me just for bringing you to the pub, if she found out I'd served you alcohol, she definitely would ”. I was semi-serious, semi-joking, but I sure didn't want to look the view of her mum knowing I'd taken MJ to the pub and let her drink alcohol.

"Please daddy, all my booster drink and I promise I won't drink very much and besides, I'm with you, so you know I'm safe ”. She looked at me, pleading with her puppy-dog eyes that melt the unassailable will.

"ok, well just one, and only if you absolutely promise not to tell your mother ”. Not quite sure where my parenting accomplishment had gone, but I agreed before fully realizing what I had just agreed to.

"I promise papa, I won't even tell her we came here, honest ”. Her expression and tincture were serious, but her smile was beaming.

I sauntered over to the bar, to be greeted by Dave, who just finished pouring another pint for one of his customers.

"What'll you have Bill ?"

"Hi Dave, ease up me a pint of bitterness and a deoxyephedrine of white wine"

Dave raised an eyebrow at the summate request for a glass of vino but saying cipher he took a clean-living glass and poured my common beer before turning to engage a wine Methedrine. He opened the fridge door taking an already opened bottle of a generically branded white wine-coloured and poured.

This was a small country village pub and Dave was always lenient with the rules. He knew fully well that MJ was only 16 but wasn't expecting a sojourn from the local constabulary any time soon. Besides, the resident policeman was also well known in the village and he would not be too concerned about formalities or pay aid to who was in the pub unless one of the topical anesthetic drank too a lot and got out of script. living in the Village was so loose !

Turning back to me with both drinks, he placed them on the bar in strawman of me and followed with"that'll be 7 pounds, 96… shall I set up a tab ? ”."please"I responded. I hated fumbling with change.

"so, is that your daughter ?"he asked, his nidus looking over at the nook ?

"yes, her mother is away so I invited her to amount with me"

"You'll have to be careful with her. She's looking dam hot and there's a bunch of lecherous lads here ”.

I laughed at his commentary but felt a little discomfort with his input about MJ being"Hot ”. I knew she was attractive, but my thoughts had always squashed any opinion of her in terms of anything overtly sexual.

Accepting the boozing from him, I turned to turn back to the mesa and looked over at MJ. Dave was right, the clingy garb she was wearing, the subtle composition, the way her longsighted shadow hair cascaded over her shoulders, mentally, I had to agree with Dave. She was definitely sexy.

I returned to the table and handed her the trash of wine.

After taking my seat, we toasted each former and I cautioned her,"just fuddle it slowly, I don't want you getting drunk ”.

"yes, daddy, I know ”, she replied, pouting a little.

She smiled at me and as we started to claver MJ started to reckon around the room."This place is so poise"she added, continuing immediately with"I can see why you like to do here, everyone is so favorable ”.

I followed her eye to a small group of youngish bozo who were playing darts. One of the guys had turned and was smiling in MJ's guidance, a tall, burly guy obviously either in farming or construction. He nudged another equally well-built guy who was standing finish by and he also turned to seem and wink at her before turning his care back to the game.

MJ's face had flushed, which couldn't possibly be from the wine, as she had barely drunk any. The dad in me felt a associate protective urge, but I let it slip, besides which, I had no intent in picking an controversy with those guys, there were several in the mathematical group and they clearly looked like they could handle themselves.

I decided to brush off them and continued to chat with her. At home base she was always a tranquillity, demure young lady, who, like a well brought up Asiatic girl, respected her parents, but in this setting, she seemed to slack up and chatted more freely. We talked about so many things, from my study, to tv shows, to boys. She confirmed that she hadn't dated yet, despite a peachy many invitations ; Clearly Sarah's motherly advice had worked so far.

After a spell, we finished our swallow and MJ asked,"please daddy, can I make another ?"

I pondered her request unsure whether to let her drink in a secondly chicken feed of wine, but I relented and headed back to the bar.

Dave quickly served me, jokingly asking,"trying to get her wino ?"as he poured a second spyglass, slightly larger than the first.

"Not really, but I'm ok with her experiencing a few matter in life-time, and if she's going to end up inebriate, at least it's with me and not with some lecherous local yob, who just wants to train advantage of her."

Dave grinned and nodded in agreement.

I returned to the John Wilkes Booth and offered MJ her glass before taking my home next to her and continuing our conversation.

We were about half-way through our drink when there was a loudly holla from the group of guys playing flit, heralding a victory. Another called over to Dave and ordered another round of boozing in pureness of the winner.

MJ was again looking over in the direction of the guy wire, her attending drawn by the solemnization. The guy who had smiled at her, was gesturing her over to fall in the game. MJ politely shook her read/write head, but the guy gestured to her more emphatically, almost totally dismissive of the fact that she was with me.

"Daddy, can I go and act that game with them ?"She was alternating the direction of her capitulum between the guys and me, using those same puppy-dog eyes with me.

I pondered the right wing and wrongs and all the potential termination of what I would be letting my daughter in for if I agreed. I rationalized to myself that I had to be a responsible parent, but then I had already allowed her to come to a pub and booze inebriant. I kind of decided that nothing much could possibly happen to her as I was there, and I was pretty sure that Dave would not put up with any nonsense in his pub. In reality there was probably nothing I could do if matter got out of handwriting, but I didn't want to spoil her fun and experience her pouty, unhappy face, which her mother received any metre she limited something MJ really wanted to do.

I nodded my point and with that, she grabbed her spyglass of vino and scurried off to where the guy rope were standing. They all greeted her, introducing themselves one by one. MJ looked so small compared with this well-built group of bozo. She stood there, watching the game and how it was played, periodically taking sips of her wine.

Then the attention of the grouping turned to MJ and it was clear that she was expected to take a turn at the game. She took a flit and somewhat awkwardly aimed and threw it at the circuit card, missing completely. The guy who had invited her, moved over and took up a billet behind her, his sizeable inning partly obstructing my view. He rested his entrust hand on her hip, while the other took hold of her rightfield forearm and guided her aim. Together she threw again. The flit flew towards the table, dropping slightly before hitting a 17. The guys cheered and MJ took another dart. The guy, still positioned behind her, guided her powerful hand, leaning a slight closer to her head. She released the dart, which again few towards the board, this time with a little more power, landing on the 4. 21 announced one of the guys noting down her score and deducting it from the total.

MJ and the guy stepped aside, as another guy took his dart and started to aim. 20 with the foremost and again with the instant, and then double 20 with the third gear. 80 announced the scorekeeper. I turned my attention once again to MJ who was standing next to the guy who had helped her. I couldn't fail to mark that his arm was still around her, his helping hand on her thin waist. I felt a slight stab of concern, a little nettled with him for taking the shore leave to keep touching her. They were chatting and she was continuing to take sips from her wine, clearly seeming to be happy, so I again decided to let it go so she could have some fun.

A few more rounds later and it was MJ's turn again. She moved over and took a flit. The guy positioned himself behind her, this prison term pressing last to her and putting his left arm around her tummy as he pulled her into him. His rightfield arm stroked slowly down her bare right arm before taking handle of her articulatio radiocarpea to help her aim. MJ released the flit, barely missing the 20 to mark a 5. The guy shuffled against her, adjusting her position and pulling her into him a piffling tighter. She scored a 20, followed by another 20. 45 announced the guy keeping score.

MJ happily jumped up and down, letting out an impromptu squeal. As she moved out of the way for the following player, she was followed by her new Quaker. She took a big gulp of her wine, still seeming elated about her accomplishment. The guy sidled up alongside her, closer than he maybe should experience and immediately put his arm around her. I watched closely as almost immediately he started gently rubbing the belittled of her binding. This rubbing went on for a few transactions, but although in my rule book, his natural process in touching my daughter seemed somewhat inappropriate, I concluded that it was relatively harmless and decided to let it be. He was alternating between stroking her hair, which hung freely down her back, and gently circling his bridge player on the humble of her back, slowly working his way lower, to the dot where his hand was resting on her stooge, which he gave a piffling hug, but MJ seemed too enthralled with the game to point out or pay practically attention to.

One of the guys had called for another round of beers and I was surprised when someone handed MJ a pint. She gulped down the remaining wine-colored, putting the now empty glass down and happily accepted the pint of beer, glancing with a somewhat sheeplike look over in my direction, hoping maybe that I hadn't noticed or that I wouldn't call her backbone from what she was doing. This made me increasingly skittish, but I again rationalized that at least she was still in my sight but determined that if things started to get out of hired hand, then I would feature to find a way to extricate her from the group.

I'm not sure where the thought process came from but component part of me started to wish that I was the prosperous guy subtly enjoying her attention, a thought which I quickly tried to dismiss from my mind. Dave was right, she was definitely turning into a aphrodisiac woman and I was quietly contemplating how I was going to keep on her from venturing off into the earth of horny Guy and dating.

I finished my beer and wandered across to the bar offering my evacuate beer methamphetamine hydrochloride to Dave, he took it and filled it again.

"I see she's made a few friend ”, said Dave.

"yeah, was just thinking about whether to step in or not, but I don't want to spoil her fun, not as long as it's relatively harmless, and I'm not quite sure how to disengage her, without upsetting her ”.

"go sit yourself down and leave them to me, those chap are constantly on the prowl for fresh center and they're a approximate bunch, but they won't mess with me ”, responded Dave, winking at me and nodding in the focusing of my booth for me to go and sit down.

I took my seat and returned my attention to the game, or more specifically to guy gently squeezing her ass. For whatever grounds, MJ didn't seem to be objecting, so rightly or wrongly, I let it cover. I found myself starting to marvel how that was making her feel and whether she was not only enjoying the alcohol, but the guy's touch too.

MJ had been steadily doing her in force to work her way through her pint of beer and was already half-way down it, encouraged by the former guy rope who kept clinking her glass with theirs. She definitely seemed to be one of the boys. Some of the bozo even suggested downing the pint in one, but MJ was far from being able-bodied to accept such a challenge.

A few moments later it was again MJ's turn, so she put her beer down on a ledge and again took the offered darts. Once again, her new-found protagonist came up behind her and immediately wrapped his arm around her pot and pulling her intimately close to him, the other deal gently stroking her arm before taking hold of her forearm to pass her aim. Her flit flew through the air and sunk into the segment Daveed 20. The guys cheered. The future dart too landed in a 20 to another cycle of cheering from several phallus of the mathematical group. The guy lowered his head next to hers and I swear he was sniffing her hair. I glanced over at Dave, who was loading a tray with several beers that he had poured. A yowl erupted from the group as MJ scored a doubly 20. Apparently, she had thrown the dart that finally won the game and was excitedly jumping up and down again. She grabbed her glass and downed the final one-half in one go.

Dave left the bar and as he approached the jubilant group with a tray of fresh beers, he called out"on the home, boys ”, offering them each a fresh dry pint. As soon as he had handed over the close pint, he turned and whispered in MJ's ear. She glanced over in my direction with a look of disappointment, her defeat immediately manifest to me in her expression. However, she thanked the guys and made excuses and headed over to our board. Her face was flushed, and her ramification were by now, a little unsteady, and although her formula showed a slight disappointment, MJ was too well brought up to be awless or disobey my wishes, or be thankless, so obligingly took her post on the sofa at one side of me. The guy who had been"helping"her glowered over at me as though I had deprived him of a John R. Major mark but quickly turned his attention back to the conversation among the former guy cable. I noticed that his pants were bulging,

"Did you have fun ? ”, I asked, already knowing the solvent but I kind of wanted to fall in her pattern of thoughts.

"yeah, was a lot of fun, we won"

"Yes, I saw"

"Can we do this again sometime ?"she looked at me pleadingly. I wasn't too certain about how to respond to that terminal enquiry, I wanted to say no, but resorted to the parent's get out of jail add-in ;"Maybe"I replied,"but not when your mum is around, or she will vote down me ”.

MJ giggled somewhat excessively, obviously the 2 specs of vino followed by a pint of beer was having an effect on her.

At that point, Dave took me by surprise as he came over to our booth bearing 3 chatoyant glasses filled, filled with a milky-looking cocktail, with a blue flame flickering away on top."Just a little something to celebrate our little darts champion here ”. MJ's eyes lit up and as Dave passed them around, I mouthed a tacit"thank you"to him for distracting those hombre and returning my daughter to me intact. MJ was fascinated with the lilliputian glass with the blueing flame and took several photograph of it with her earphone. She was about to brand it to Facebook, when I reminded her that her mum might well see it and that would be trouble for both of us.

Dave took a behind on the other slope of MJ and holding it by the stand to avoid the rapidly heat glass, blew the flame out. MJ immediately copied his action and then I followed suit of clothes. Dave toasted MJ"to the new hotshot"and swiftly downed the drink in one. MJ tried to copy him, coughing and spluttering as the cocktail, as I also found out, it was quite substantial. I looked over at Dave, surprised that he had plied her with such a strong cocktail, but he just shrugged and said,"relax dad, you don't live so far away, let the lady friend savor herself ”.

Although the guys were continuing their game and many of the in the first place customers had since left, a voice boomed from a guy over by the bar as a customer summoned Dave back to responsibility and he left to go serve another beer. I wasn't sure what was in that cocktail, but I was already starting to find it. MJ was definitely experiencing the unfamiliar force of alcohol, as she was becoming increasingly giggly, and her typeface had a distinctly rose-cheeked luminescence. She was positively tipsy. The beers and that stab had definitely helped me to unbend too and was happy to sit in the bar, enjoying our time together, accompanied by a aphrodisiac untried woman, or I perhaps should get thought, my beautiful Edward Young daughter. My vision in thinker wandered again back to the sooner clock time when that guy was stroking her arm, rubbing her back, and squeezing her ass. Despite being inappropriate, I couldn't help the mentation that MJ had enjoyed those new-found touch sensation, perhaps a little too much and that her rosy glow when she returned to the Booth, wasn't just the personal effects of alcohol.

The guy rope finished their game and started to forget. On their way out, I overheard them talking about grabbing some fish ‘ n chips from the visiting mobile food van that visited every week, parking outside the local stock. They seemed to have lost interest in MJ for now, probably because they knew she was with me and that meant that they weren't going to get too far with her.

That left just Dave, MJ, and I, as well as one quondam guy who was sitting alone at the bar working on a new pint. His attending focused on a variation game showing on a tv behind the bar.

"We'd better be getting home too ”, I said to MJ, who semi-reluctantly nodded her acceptance.

"hokum"said Dave as he appeared suddenly behind me, brandishing another tray of dissimilar gibe, and quickly continued,"We may as well spend a penny the about of it, besides I want to get to know this hot young ma'am you have with you ”.

MJ blushed shyly and giggled at being referred to as a"hot young lady ”.

He placed the tray on the small round board in figurehead of us and took a home in the kiosk on the other incline of MJ.

"I think she's had quite sufficient tonight Dave ”, I said scornfully, much to MJ's angst, gauging from her sudden smell of disappointment.

"Nonsense"he said again, handing a crack to MJ."If she's going to get wino, this is as safe place as any. Besides, give those laddie a short while to get themselves home ”.

MJ held out her chalk and announced"sunniness"and downed the stab in one go, not coughing and spluttering like before, with a big grinning on her fount."cheers ”, Dave and I responded. MJ gave an inebriated giggle.

The three of us chatted some more, relaxing in the muzzy incandescence of Dave's guesswork, MJ joining the conversation with giggles and occasional remarks, her eyes were somewhat hazy. At one detail, she decided she needed to pee, and Dave moved out from where he was sitting to let her out. She made her way, somewhat wobbly, to where the women's toilets were while Dave, attended to the remaining customer who had been watching the tv and took caution of his payment.

"See you tomorrow Jonas"Dave called out after the man as he exited through the front line door."Aye, you will"was the only reply.

Tucking something into her small handbag, MJ staggered her way back to the booth, somewhat unsteady on her feet and slid along the bench quoin sofa to take her place next to me."are you feeling ok ?"I asked, a little occupy for her, almost regretting that I had let her drink far Thomas More than I should have."Yesh"was all she could blur out. She leaned towards me and gave me a hug.

"What were you tucking into your purse ?"I asked somewhat naively.

"Shhhh daddy, I don't want the whole world to know ”. She looked a little embarrassed and continued"I had a little fortuity, so I had to take aim my panties off ”. The sudden actualisation that she was sitting there with no panties surprised me, but I decided to overleap that particular line of conversation.

I reminded myself that we should probably go as I was definitely feeling Dave's shots. Satisfied that she was safely back in her place, I determined to pop to the men's toilette ; the urge to pee finally reminding me that what goes in must number out.

As I stood there letting the stream dab against the urinal, releasing the pent-up pressure, I found my thinker wandering to thoughts that up till now I had done my best to overcome. The remark by Dave of her being hot, the sight of that guy squeezing her ass, and even the imaginary number imagination of my little missy peeing her panties and now sitting in the booth without any, all swirled in my somewhat inebriated mind, to the point where I started to savour the inappropriate thinking. Shaking the net bead into the urinal, I tucked myself back in and made my way back out to the bar.



Far from being on the degree of leaving, Dave had returned to the booth with a prorogue game and was helping MJ build a small tower of short oblong wooden pulley, with each level facing plumb line to the level below. On the table were 3 empty shot glasses and a bottle of what looked like a partially empty bottle of tequila. MJ's hands were far from steady and Dave had to rescue the towboat on respective occasions.

"We were just getting ready to leave and let you close down up for the nighttime, Dave ”, I said in my most dangerous vox, adding"it's way past culmination metre and this Edward Young lady has already had enough to tope ”.

"Sit yourself down posting, we're having a buck private party. I've locked the doors, so no-one is going to disturb us, and besides, I'm going to learn this unseasoned lady a aplomb game ”.

I tried to be assertive about going home, but MJ once again was doing her intimately to establish me her puppy-dog pleading eyes. Reluctantly, I acquiesced and took my bottom again. With that, he announced the rules.

"Each somebody takes a bout to slide out one of the mental block"

"if the tower falls, or you can't go without the tugboat falling, you have to take a shot"

"After each mental block is taken out, you have to answer a question, if you don't answer the question, you have to take another drinkable ”.

"Sounds like a highly contrived game there Dave, not certain if MJ is ready for that yet.

"Shure I am daddy"she slurred out,"I'm grown"

Her last comment made me laugh, I didn't agree about that, but I had to admit that tonight she was acting more than grown than I had ever known.

"So, are we ready to begin ?"asked Dave… I'll go first, then MJ, then you, Dad ”.

We watched as Dave gingerly slid out the maiden stop, leaving the I above looking somewhat precariously balanced.

"Ok MJ, ask me a question … next clock time your dad can ask me one ”.

MJ pondered what kind of question to ask for a few moments.

"hmm… why did you want to have a Pub ?"she asked ; it seemed like quite a reasonable question for a semi-inebriated teenager to ask.

Dave smiled at her,"oh that's an soft one. I like people, we get all kinds of mass in here and I like getting to roll in the hay them. A small pub like this was stark, so when the opportunity arose, I jumped at the chance ”. MJ seemed satisfied with his answer,"besides…"Dave added,"it's given me the chance to assemble you MJ ”. MJ blinked, not expecting Dave's follow-on, but gave him a happy smile.

"Your twist adjacent, MJ ”, Dave added.

MJ reached out to take a cube, her fingerbreadth far from steady. She struggled, the tower swaying slightly, but the auction block finally came away safely.

Dave looked directly at me…"Your turn to ask MJ a question, Dad"

I struggled to imagine of a question I could ask my own daughter, I felt like I already knew her so well. I decided to play it safe."how is the alcohol making you finger ?"She giggled,"shquiffy"was her giggly response, trying not to vocalize inebriate, which to me it wasn't surprising, given how a lot she had already drink in tonight. I was still of two minds about all this drinking.

"Ok Dad's go"MJ, excitedly encouraged me to try removing a block, which was not going to be prosperous. The tower was already precariously balanced. I tested a few, nudging them slightly with a finger's breadth, trying to tax whether the pillar looked like it would collapse at any moment, before finally settling on one. Fortunately, I was right, the pulley block came away and fortunately the column remained standing.

Dave turned to me and looking me flat in the eye, asked his question."So, Dad, do you cogitate your girl is sexy ? ”. I was shocked by the dubiousness, hesitating to serve. character of me felt it was too encroaching, too unfitting, but visions of the earlier issue tempted me to say yes. MJ was staring at me with extensive middle, having suddenly realized the import of the interrogation. Dave raised his eyebrow, waiting for my answer."I think she looks really pretty this night"I responded, hoping that would fulfill him."That wasn't the question, Dad… you need to take a drink for avoiding it ”. Dave grabbed the bottle and filled the shot-glass, handing it to me."potable up"instructed Dave. I objected, claiming that as a Dad I had answered the question, to which Dave turned to MJ and said,"he means yes ”. MJ flushed and giggled.

On Dave's turn, the pillar almost fell, but he managed to get away with it, the remaining blocks even more precariously hanging in the balance. Dave reminded MJ that it was her turn to ask a enquiry. She was form of lost for a inquiry, her genius was clearly working slowly."Do you have a girlfriend ? ”, she blurted out."MJ ! ”, I said in a criminate vox, which immediately caused a guilty construction. She was about to take the question back, when Dave interjected."No, no, it's fine… in the game, there's zero we can't ask ”. He pondered for a brief bit and then continued."No MJ, since my wife died, I've been single ”. I thought that was the end of his solution, but he continued."Of track, being single I have a lot more work to do to run this place, but more than that, I miss female society, the affection, the closeness ”. Dave was answering as if in a grouping of adults, but I felt his input were touching on delimitation for talking to a 16-year-old.

Not waiting for any reaction from me, he continued"Your turn of events I believe, MJ ”. MJ struggled, her fingers wobbly, as she attempted to remove a piece, when the remaining tower suddenly collapsed into a jumbled-up pile of blocks.

"Aha ! ”, exclaimed Dave, reaching for the nursing bottle, before taking another injection Methedrine and filling it. MJ accepted the chicken feed and downed the tequila in one go, no longer reacting to the military capability of it, although her heart did open astray when she swallowed it. I could see from the recording label that it was a particularly strong tequila. The label read"Dulce Vida Blanco ”, a 50 % ABV make tequila, way substantial than near you find in pubs and I was already feeling the core of my last scene. Clearly Dave had every aim of us all ending up drunk.

Dave looked directly at MJ,"OK, time for my question… Have you ever kissed a boy ? ”. If I had been drinking a beer, I would have probably choked and blown half of it out the chalk at the frankness of Dave's interrogation. MJ immediately flushed an interesting shade of bright garden pink, looking nervously in my direction, hesitating to answer the head. Dave, reached for the bottle.

"Wait !"exclaimed MJ, not wanting to reject a question…"Yes… yes I have k..kished a.. boy"…"honest Dad it was just a osculation, no More, please, please don't tell mom, promise me you won't tell mom ”. She looked pleading at me as she slurred and babbled away.

"Don't concern beloved, your enigma is secure with me. Better we keep this unscathed evening a secret between us, so I won't secernate your mom anything. I don't want to be the aim for her anger and neither do you ”. I tried to sound true and supporting, but now I was curious, very curious, who ? when ? It wasn't a tally shock, just an unexpected answer, given that she was such a homebird and my mind raced with questions.

Dave was grinning at this disclosure, as if he had somehow achieved a small victory.

The secret plan continued on for several rounds, each of us at some breaker point causing the wooden blocking tower to collapse and suffering both the humiliation and the penalty of having to take one more than stab, including Dave from time to time. Needless to say, we were all quickly working our way through the bottle of tequila.

It came time for Dave to ask a doubtfulness of MJ again, who honestly was in no fit state to respond to anything and the reply she did feed, were usually accompanied by slurred speech, interspersed with giggles. I too was well on the way to being quite inebriated, but it had the effect of helping me become more slack up and certainly my fatherly defenses were at an all-time low.

A pocket-sized cause under the table caught my eye, somewhat shocked, I noticed that Dave's hand was on MJ's leg and he was gently caressing her thigh. It took a few instant to register what I was seeing. MJ was either blissfully unaware of this, or she had no apparent mansion of objecting to Dave's gentle touch. It wasn't serious but was certainly noticeable and I was pretty sure that his action at law were not just an accidental or insouciant touch. opposite to my convention instincts, I found myself ignoring his stroking her leg and let it elapse, after all, he was my booster, and he knew good well that MJ was my daughter. Instead, I found it quite connive and found myself subtly observing without being too obvious. It was again Dave's turn to ask MJ a question.

"OK MJ, time for my question… how did it make you feel when that guy was rubbing your rachis and squeezing your ass earlier ”. Although already noticeably highly inebriated, MJ face flushed a lustrous red and she glanced briefly at me as if trying to decide how to serve."Hmmm, kinda sexy ! ”, and then after a momentary pause,"it made me shudder ”. Dave smiled. My psyche flashed back to the visual modality of the guy's hand squeezing her butt and I found myself imagining

The plot continued on, but I noticed that Dave's hand rarely left her thigh, continuing to stroke and bit by bit, was sliding further up her second joint. I started to enquire whether Dave's touching was also having the effect of making her flavour sexy. To my surprise I became aware that I too found it sexy to look on Dave's paw at work and felt a noticeable intumescence in my pants. I was almost leave him on. I started to fall back nidus on the secret plan and instead, increasingly focused on the way Dave was stroking her.

Dave's stroking continued to exploit back and forth on her thigh, soft gentle movements, sometimes pressing the easy fabric of her garb to move between her partly opened leg and touch her inside thigh.

It came around to MJ's turn again, but she was already far too inebriated to ever slay one of the blocks safely and of course the tower tumbled. MJ downed another shot of tequila

"How do you feel now ?"I asked, somewhat naively. I wasn't trusted how that question had managed to come into my head, it certainly wasn't a consciously informal question, but before I could retract it MJ replied"Horny !"and giggling almost uncontrollably, her face glowing scarlet. I was not sot enough to receive been unmoved by the straightness of her answer, I was shocked, but felt my peter swell more and jump inside my pants. I was conflicted between being a dutiful parent and rising consciousness of the voyeur inside me, who was enthralled by watching Dave slowly stimulating and turning on my daughter. Dave was grinning at her.

I watched, enthralled, as Dave took her reaction as a cue, lowering his script to MJ's articulatio genus and using his fingerbreadth to gradually gather up the fabric of the lower berth component part of her dress, raising the cloth from hanging freely on her calves to just above her knees. He then slowly separated her knees, his hand sliding under the raised hem to cause contact lens with her skin. My heart started to race as I was pretty sure that Dave was now mindful that I was watching his action and making no attempt to object, as if my lack of objection was an unspoken recognition of what he was doing and almost granting him permit to go further.

The secret plan had all but been discarded and all attending focused on MJ. MJ's eyes closed, the consequence of the unvarying flow of alcohol finally sending her into a dozy, State Department, somewhere between a sleepy dreamland and wakefulness. As his paw slowly worked its way along her inner thigh, I could spot the position of his hand from the way the fabric bunched against his forearm and I could evidence that his fingers were making their way towards her pubic area.

As Dave continued to stroke her thigh, he leaned closer and whispered into her ear. As if instructed, MJ leaned back into the lounge and parted her legs a little more. His hand slid even further up her thigh. MJ flinched slightly and moaned softly as Dave's fingers connected with her unwrap kitty. Dave's reflexion instantly showed that he was clearly surprised that she was not wearing any pantie. MJ seemed to be totally oblivious to me sitting right-hand next to her. I could tell apart a modification in the movement of Dave's hand under her dress, from stroking to a more rhythmic, yet pernicious circling motility. MJ's breathing changed, becoming heavier and faster.

"So, you liked being touched by that guy ?"Dave's question broke the silence

"yes"replied MJ as best she could

"You like being touched ?"Dave continued

"Yes"replied MJ, softly, almost as a breathy whispering

"Do you like the way I'm touching you now, MJ ?"

"Yes ! ”, her voice more urgent

Dave continued to feel her twat. My erection felt like it was at bursting point and that at any moment I would cum in my pants. I couldn't believe that I was not only watching but condoning my friend trace my daughter's pussy, but the voyeur in me prevented me from doing the correctly thing.

"How does it build you feel, knowing that your dad is watching you be so turned on ?"

"excited"replied MJ, her boozy state limiting her to single word answers, but the verbalism on her face turned to interest, as her genius slowly registered the full illation of Dave's question, but her drunken state swiftly moved her beyond caring, preventing her from dwelling on all the implications or consequences.

Dave again leaned close to her ear and whispered something unhearable to her. Her eyes opened wide and turning to me, she reached out, wrapping her arms around my neck opening and kissed me, not as a girl should, but with her lip firmly planted on mine. I hesitated to kiss her back, but the softness of her lips was so enticing, I started to snog her spine. Our mouths opened slightly, and my glossa darted into her lip, toying with hers. I kissed her deeply, not as a daughter, but as my buff. Her external respiration deepened more, and she moaned softly into our buss as Dave's fingers worked more frantically.

Dave's other hand reached for her breast and started to massage them as our kissing continued unabated.

"Do you sleep with your daddy, MJ ?"

"yes"she replied, breaking the kiss just long enough to respond before resuming, her spit now actively seeking mine.

"would you like your pa to touch you here, like I am doing ?"

MJ nodded her head almost indiscernibly, without breaking our kiss.

Dave reached out and took hold of my deal. I hesitated, semi-reluctantly I allowed him to guide it to her leg. His fingers were wet, and I became aware of a musky aroma that was catching my nose and adding to the blending of soft perfume that MJ was wearing and the alcohol on her breathing space. My hand touched her second joint, her skin so soft and cool, sliding it upwardly under the skirt of her garb until I reached the warmheartedness of her pussy. She was wet, very wet, I felt her pubic hair tangled in the wetness as my fingers probed her folding and my ovolo found her clitoris. I rubbed her gently. I felt MJ's trunk shudder and trembling at my touch. Touching my girl in such an intimate way was intoxicating, knowing it was so taboo, so wrongfulness, yet at the Saami time, bringing her pleasure.

Dave turned his attention to her breasts, both script now disembarrass, he worked on the elasticated neckline of her attire, the off-shoulder style clinging to her upper arms as he pulled at them gently, each time taking them take down and lower down her arm. As he lowered her neckline, MJ's breasts popped out over the top, each small enough to be the size of half an Orange River, adorned by large brown teat sitting erect, perky, framed by dark-skinned rap ring of color. Dave lowered his head and sucked a pap into his sass while his hand went to the other breast, squeezing, pinching her nipples. The clothes fell to her waist, leaving her completely topless from the waist up. goose skin covered her branch. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed she wasn't wearing a bra tonight. She almost always wore a bra at home, something her mother always insisted on and I hadn't seen her naked chest since she was a piffling fille.

MJ's body was writhing and moaning as I continued to thumb her, hooking two finger into her pussy as my pollex pressed and circled her clitoris. It felt delectably warm, wet, extremely besotted, and irresistibly enticing. I was literally finger-fucking my own daughter.

Dave meanwhile suckled on her nipples, sucking, nibbling on them, his hand working on the former, massaging her titty, pinching the gallop nipples.

As MJ's eubstance gently writhed, her moan became deeper and I felt her wetness rising by the indorse, all thoughts of right and wrong left my sentiment completely, I was just reveling in the minute. Her body started to judder and tremble like a mini quake, her legs clamped together around my bridge player, her wall squeezing my fingers.

Dave looked at me, winking, satisfied we had made MJ have what was possibly her first orgasm, although part of me now wondered whether she had ever masturbated. In that moment, I determined to happen out and be more observant of her in the future, but as of this consequence, I was too drunk to care and too turned on to stop.

As MJ's trunk started to hail down from the mellow of her orgasm, Dave gestured me to stand up. I withdrew my sopping wet fingers from under her attire and rose from the sofa, watching, as Dave maneuvered her onto her back, her dress scrunched up around her waist, her pussy and chest fully exposed to both Dave and me.

Dave dropped his trousers and loose his erect cock, the dark mushroom-shaped cloud head, quite thick and I briefly estimated he was a serious 7inches. My heart raced at the thought that he was about to fuck my girl in movement of me, but my mind egged him on ; the Peeping Tom in me now in full-of-the-moon control. I released my own aching erection, desperate for tone ending. He moved between MJ's legs and lifted first one and then the other of her ankles onto his shoulder and stood held his cock with one handwriting, aiming it at the sopping wet brim of her pussycat. He pressed forwards and I watched with fascination as the sassing her pussy stretched around his cock as he tried to penetrate her. Dave pushed again, easing himself a little promote in before hitting her barrier. I started to masturbate as I watched and waited in eager expectation for him to impair her. Dave held her articulatio coxae and pushed forward more assertively, pushing deeper. MJ winced and moaned in her sleep as he pushed through her hymen and deeper into her kitty-cat. Holding himself inside her before gently easing back and then pushing deeper. A little trickle of blood discernibly coated the dig of his penis.

MJ appeared to be barely conscious, at least conscious enough to see the sensations and groan softly as Dave bottomed out, each poking going deeper until he was balls deep inside her. MJ's breathing was again faster, moaning and mumbling indiscernibly almost continuously as Dave started to pick up the pace, pounding her energetically. I was trying desperately hard not to cum, and it took almost all my engrossment to distract my physical structure from over-reacting to the survey of my daughter's cunt being fucked hard, her small exposed tits rocking back and Forth River on her chest care petty tip-tilted bowls of jelly. I imagined that MJ would birth cum already had it not been for the alcohol in her system, but her body still was visibly responding as Dave did not hold back and was fucking her hard, her groan getting louder, her breathing deeper and faster. This carried on for several minutes until suddenly she opened her rima oris and cried out, her trunk started spasming and was clearly in the midst of an orgasm despite her semi-comatose state. This was too much for Dave and he grunted as he made a final jabbing and held it rich inside her as he pumped his cum into her unprotected profoundness. I could no longer contain back either, pumping myself faster and faster, watched as R-2 after rope of cum splashed down onto my daughter, splattering her case, haircloth, breasts, and even onto her dress. Dave held himself inside her, pushing recondite, waiting for the last settlings to put down into her.

MJ lay there on her back, mumbling words that neither of us could make out. As Dave's cock finally started to deflate, he pulled out of her and we both looked at each former, our usurious abuse flooding into our post-coital tristesse, blended in a crack with flavour of guilt and affright. What occurs in full stop of uncontrolled luxuria, quickly transforms into the realness of having allowed Dave to have it away my daughter while i watched. Panic about how to explain this to her in the sober light of morning, how to avoid divorce or defective, prison, should her mother ever discover what we had just done. I was supposed to be the one to keep her rubber, not give my friend sexually abuse and fuck her.

"Let's get her plate ”, Dave's voice broke the guilty rumination going on in my heading. With that he lifted her shoulder and did his best to get the top of her dress back over her white meat and into more or less the correct place. We each grabbed an arm and took the exercising weight of her limp body across our articulatio humeri. It was amazing to me how heavy someone is when they are all but passed out and not particularly helping. It was already late, gone 1am before we left the pub and guided MJ back home. Fortunately, it was only a few 100 pace to our house, but it felt like stat mi. Along the way, she threw up at least twice, splashing her attire, the stench of regurgitation and alcoholic beverage almost causing me to almost thrust up too. Eventually, we made it to the front line threshold and fumbling somewhat with my samara managed to get the door open air with one hand. Certainly, I would never have been capable to get her family single handed, so I was thankful to Dave for his assistant. Along the way we had not spoken of what had happened, there was a variety of codification of silence because both of us were as hangdog and yet both of us had gone along with it.

Once inside, the task of getting her up the stairs presented the adjacent challenge. MJ was still out of it, her consistency almost limp and unable to hold up itself. The stairs were not panoptic enough to really let 3 people go up, side by side, so we decided the proficient way was for me to defend her shoulder joint and Dave to carry her by supporting her human knee and then go up, but we still had to take it one tone at a time. The bedroom belonging to my wife and I was the nearest and I pushed the door surface with my derriere. Releasing my script for a abbreviated secondment, I flicked the light on, and we carried her to the bed before unceremoniously dumping her slumbering body on top of the covers.

"We'd in effect get her out of these matter"I said to Dave,"let's get the frock off her and I'll throw it in the washer ”. Dave and I removed her brake shoe then worked the dress up over her butt, over her chest, and finally over her head, leaving her totally naked. Her inner second joint were streaked with drying cum that had leaked out of her as we walked her base. Her brass was still splashed with cum and her apparel smelled of a mix of sex and vomit. I found myself instantly hardening at the wad of her. Dave too was staring at her nakedness.

I grabbed the dress and took her wet step-in from her bag before heading downstairs to pop the bemire apparel in the automatic washer, leaving Dave to arrive at sure enough she was ok. I added soap and softener, ***********ed a lightness wash drawing wheel, and weightlift showtime. It started up and turned to pass on as I heard the water cascading into the machine.

To this day I don't know why, but as I returned up the stairs, I quietly peeked through the partially open bedroom door. Dave was standing at the incline of the bed and had his erect cock out. He had a phone in his bridge player and clicked several photos of MJ laying naked on the bed. I then watched, fascinated, as masturbated while looking at her. His strokes had become more mad, when he turned MJ's head and inserted his cock into her mouthpiece, he slid his putz in and out a few times as he pumped himself a couple Sir Thomas More prison term and then pushed into her mouth and grunted, spewing cum into the dorsum of her oral fissure. The sight of her angelic grimace with her backtalk wrapped around a tool was every voyeur's pipe dream come straight. He withdrew his stopcock and looked around for a tissue or something to wipe it with. Not finding anything, he grabbed detention of a smattering of her long hair's-breadth and proceeded to pass over his rooster with it. My heart was pounding, and my own erection was throbbing for liberation, but I decided instead to go quietly back downstairs and guess to be busying myself with the laundry.

After a few proceedings I heard Dave coming down the stairs and I came out from the laundry room to find him standing in the passageway by the front door."I'd effective get back"he said. I nodded."Look…"he said,"about tonight…"he was clearly feeling awkward and not sure quite what to say, averting his eyes from any direct middleman."Don't worry about it, Dave, I'm her dad, I feel just as shamed too ”."I could have stopped this any time from the second when you first put your hired man on her human knee, but I chose not to ”. He looked at me quizzically. I continued…"I guess I was curious, ever since I started watching that guy squeezing her ass… actually singular is not the right word, it turned me on, I wished I had been younger… what I mean is… ”. Dave interjected,"no need to explain… must be hard having such a aphrodisiacal untried woman around you every day… biology is biology and we're programmed to have sex ”. I paused before responding"the truth is that I enjoyed seeing you touch her, I wanted you to fuck her… in fact, I wish those guy cable had taken her out the backbone and I could somehow give watched ”. Dave grinned at my Revelation of being such a Peeping Tom, possibly feeling somewhat relieved by my honesty with him."You'd better get back to her, best she's not left alone and continue her on her slope instead of on her back, we don't want her choking if she throws up again ”."Let's public lecture to a greater extent tomorrow ”, he added.

I nodded and we said our goodby. After closing the door for the night, I headed back up the step. Dave had somehow managed to get MJ into the bed, so her point could rest on a pillow and had covered her with the litter. I undressed and climbed into bed naked next to MJ's sleeping form. I was alone at last with my sleeping 16-year-old girl. I turned on my slope and spooned with her, sliding an arm around her. My fingers toyed with her thinly patch of pubic hair, before moving up to cup one of her breasts. They were so astound to hold. My putz got instantly hard and started pressing into her butt cheeks. MJ seemed to be in a deep sleep and the warmth of her vulnerable young body succeeding to mine made me start to fantasize. I imagined her going out the book binding of the pub with the flit guy cable, of them taking turns to kiss her and touch her. I wondered how she would react when she was relatively somber enough to enjoy it and participate. I loved the estimate of seeing how she would be when she was turned on and alarm enough to take part. I wondered if she masturbated and what she fantasized about.

My cock grew even harder, and I rolled her nipple between my finger and pollex as I started to slither my cock between her thigh, my dick twitched as it started rubbing against her pussycat. Temptation got the better of me and I maneuvered myself, so the tip of my cock was pressing against her possibility. Her pussy was still tricky wet, possibly from remnants of the cum she had inside her. I pushed a footling harder and carefully slid my inside. My judgement was visualizing those big burley guy wire and how big their cocks would clamber to slew into her willing pussy. The sensation of being in her pussy was amazing, so warm, so wet, crocked like a glove. I imagined her moaning and enjoying being fucked, I imagined her cumming over and over, of them taking routine with her. I imagined her getting filled with cum. My cock was deep inside her and started to pulsate. My fancy ran resign and gaga and soon I was at the gunpoint of no return. My balls tightened and I felt rope after rope of my own cum filling my girl. I lay together with her, my cock still inside her, twitching, still leaking cum until I finally deflated. I had never imagined possibility of fucking her before tonight, the transport of watching her or being inside her, but now I had become a totality addict, addicted to the possibilities of her bourgeoning sexuality.

I needed badly to log Z's but tried to agitate through it because I knew that I couldn't leave her naked like this for her to wake up naked future to me in the morning. I climbed out of bed and made my way to her room. I rarely entered her bedroom, and it was a surprise to see how girlish it still was. A assemblage of block bears on her bed, the room decorated in soft pastels, and cartoonish characters printed on her bedsheets. I found her nightdress, an old baggy t-shirt that she would often jade and rummaged in her draw for a couple of pantie, ***********ing a light pastel blue span of cotton panties with Andrew Dickson White lacy edges. Returning to my bedroom, I slid them carefully over her feet and inched them up her legs. I pulled the weather sheet over to the side, then rolled MJ onto her back and worked them over her butt. I paused for a moment, marveling at the sight of a belittled dribble of cum that was seeping from her pussy and running between her ass cheeks. I scooped some up with my middle finger and placed it on her pocket-size dark rosebud of an anus, using it to skid the tip of my digit inside. I wanted to fuck her there too, I wanted to have a go at it her rima oris as Dave had just done and cum in her mouth, to experience her sucking me, but we both were too far gone and I had cum so hard twice already ; I felt like my globe had no more cum to give. Snapping out of my temp enchantment and forcing the fantasy out of my mind, I tugged her panties up into place and grabbed her T-shirt, easing it over her head word. It was a bit of a battle to get her blazon through, and to pull the T-shirt down covering her breast and down her torso, but I managed it eventually. As I pulled it over her top dog, I could see the syndicate of cum still in her mouth, unify with spittle, a small trickle escaped from the corner. I wondered if she would unsay it. A few chain of cum were stuck in her hair, but I figured I could blame that and any residual after taste easily enough on her throwing up.

I rolled MJ back onto her side and climbed in bed beside her, this time making sure there was a respectable distance between us, turning my cover to her. MJ was still sleeping soundly, a recondite alcohol fueled eternal sleep. To say that I was tired, would deliver been an understatement and I quickly drifted into sleep too.

dayspring came around and I was the number 1 to wake. lightness was streaming through the window as I checked the clock at the position of the bed. 10:30am. MJ was still fast asleep, which I considered a good thing, but she seemed to be ok. I got out of bed as carefully as I could so as not to wake up her and crawl quietly down to the kitchen to make some coffee.

While the deep brown was making, I took her dress and panties and set them in the dryer. The lenify tumbling and rumbling sounds were soporific, especially as I was still feeling tired, so I returned to the kitchen and poured myself a coffee. I sat at the kitchen table, ruminating on the case of the night before, running through multiple scenarios of how I was going to be able to explicate things to MJ…

About half an hour later, a sleepy-eyed 16-year-old girl appeared sheepishly at the kitchen door."I'm so sorry Daddy"were her first word. I looked in her focussing and smiled at her."Good morning sweetheart, are you ok ?"I asked, probing for some indication of what she knew.

She ran over and hugged me"I'm so sorry, really, I never meant to get so salute, please don't tell mom about this ”. In my mind I already knew that there was no way in hellhole I was ever going to mention terminal night to her mother."It's fine sweetheart, you did rather pledge a lot, but I figured you were dependable with me. What do you commemorate ?"I probed with another exam query."hmm nothing much, it's all a big fog really. I remember playing that dart game, that was fun, and i remember playing that game with the blocks, but I'm kinda confused about it after that ”. I felt a suspiration of rest inside,"well you did rather pledge a lot and you were mixing vino and beer and various kind of guessing ”, I added."Yeah the games were fun, but I don't even recollect getting home, and how did I end up in your bed ? ”.

"well, beloved, you were quite intoxicated when you got home and you threw up a couple of times, so I had to wash away your dress out. After you changed into your night-robe, you asked me to rinse it, and gave me your dress and step-in. Looked like you'd had a bit of an stroke too ”. She lowered her eyes with pity and embarrassment,"I'm sorry pa, I shouldn't have expected you to do that for me ”. She was so excusatory about everything.

"Don't worry about it love, that's what dads are for"I said in my unspoiled endeavor to be parental and reassuring."we've all had experiences like that… and it was better that you were with me so I could keep on you safe ”.

"so you're not mad at me ?"she asked politely.

"No, not in the slightest… it probably won't be the last clock time come that you drink too much, and I have to serve you out… come have a coffee bean, I'm pretty sure you need one ”. With that I poured a coffee and handed it to her, inviting her to sit at the table with me. She grasped the cup in both men, somewhat shakily.

"So how did I end up in you and mum's bed ?"she asked again.

"Don't you remember honey ? I suggested that you'd better sleep in our bed because I didn't want you throwing up in the nighttime and choking. I wanted to maintain my eye on you to construct sure you would be safe ”.

MJ mulled over my response before seeming to accept it.

"I love you daddy"she added

"I love you too honey… I'm sword lily you enjoyed it, but we'd better keep this as a unavowed between you and me ”.

MJ clasped the quick cup in her hands and took a sip, nodding her agreement.

"Can we go to the pub again before mom gets home ?"she asked, pleading with her somewhat bloodshot puppy dog eyes…"I want to bet darts again ”.

"Maybe, ravisher, maybe"I replied, my voyeuristic intellect venturing into tabu territory again.

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