My name is Bill and I'm a 40-year-old Brits guy, with a beautiful syndicate. My married woman, Sarah, who is a year younger than me. Her parents were originally immigrated from Hong Kong, so she has classical Asian features, a aphrodisiac clipping body, longsighted shadow fuzz, and dark brown oculus. We have a daughter, 16-years-old, who we call MJ for short, and who in so many respects is developing into the spitting image of her mother. MJ has a more young, saintlike expression, framed by long silky dark hair that cascades down her back almost to her butt and a fringe that covers her frontal bone, a trim 5'2"digit, with smallish perky breasts, which I guessed were probably no more than a 34B, and a cunning little bubble-butt. Being a optical fusion of Asian and Western DNA, she is extremely middling, with a cute nose, gorgeous dreary brown eye, and an endearing smile, which always seemed to catch the attention of boys.

Despite all this attention, MJ still has a girlish innocence, still somewhat shy of boys, focusing more on her schoolwork with seemingly little pursuit in dating. In fact, her female parent, still being somewhat traditional, actively discourages her from dating, citing that it would"trouble her from her subject area ”. Consequently, I don't reminiscence her ever going out on a unplayful date with a guy. Of course, she goes out with admirer from sentence to time, which are mostly girls, although she has a dyad of Male friends, who she has known for years, but for some reason or other her manful admirer 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 Danton True Young and even experiment with constitution. More than her attractive looks, her innocence and sweet personality are endearing.

Sarah's parents live in Chinatown in London, where we first met before relocating to Leeds, a city some 200 miles 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 welfare of living in a small rural area Village, a 30-minute drive from the urban center. We had been able to afford a nice home base, which was tumid, with an expansive garden that Sarah took full advantage of, growing bloom and fresh vegetable. The air here is so fresh, combined with the aroma of the countryside and the tranquillity, apart from an occasional passing car, it contrasted completely from the over-priced and delirious life style of livelihood and working in British capital. Moreover, we would never have been capable to afford such a nice home in London, so on balance the timbre of life was so much better and totally offset the diminished reduction in salary. Sarah didn't work, mostly spending her time on looking after the home, and of form, taking upkeep of MJ. As a mother but perhaps a bit too controlling, probably a final result of her Asiatic heritage.

I had developed an pleasurable wont of popping to the hamlet's local pub, a charming establishment, serving hand-pulled traditional ales, and decorated with sorry Natalie Wood, the shelves and rampart adorned with a vast regalia of memorabilia, old pic, and antiquity. The pub was mostly frequented by locals, both young and old, familiar faces from around the village, mostly guys, occasionally accompanies by their married woman or girlfriends. Like all pocket-size community of interests, the pub was the social centre of the village, a kind of forerunner of Facebook, a transfer from an era before estimator and mobile phones, a meeting spot, where one would catch up with news, local chitchat, and share 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 outlet for me, a way to destress from work. Over the old age, I had become Friend with the landlord, Dave, who always had a friendly and welcoming demeanor, but he and I got on well on a personal level and would often spend clock time chatting whenever he was not meddlesome serving other customers. Occasionally, we would even head out and play golf together. Dave was a widower, having lost his wife a few age before, to cancer, and to my knowledge had been single ever since.

About a week ago, Sarah had decided to take a misstep to British capital to chat her parents as it was coming up to her father's 65th birthday and she wanted to be there with to portion it with him. Conveniently, due to some crucial oeuvre committedness I had to stay family, but she was happy to go on her own. Sarah's parents were old-school Chinese, keeping themselves to themselves, operating a mini supermarket ; they rarely took time away or ventured out of their community. I was somewhat relieved to not give go with her. Her parents spoke a footling English, but I knew that near of the conversation would end up being in Cantonese dialect. I always felt like a bit of an outsider to Sarah's family ; I remember when we first told them that Sarah and I were going to be married it took them some clip for them to get used to the thought. Consequently, they were always polite to me, but in an almost formal, detached way, lacking any visible outward-bound sign of lovingness. Again, I put this down feather to finish and tended to just consent that this was normal. My decision to move 200 miles away only made my relationship with them more take exception, almost as if I had taken their girl to the early position of the domain, but Sarah had willingly and happily accompanied me. She often called them and love that she was only a 2-hour gear ride away.

As it was just MJ and me, I had postponed my almost nightly visit to the pub, instead, making for sure I was nursing home for MJ, rather than leaving her family alone. Friday night 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 sign, not because she wasn't responsible, just that I didn't want her to experience alone, so somewhat on the spur of the moment I offered her the chance to do with me. Surprisingly, she jumped at the chance and happily agreed before dashing up to her room to change.

Whereas in reality it was only about 10 minute or so, it seemed years before she came back down. I was struck with how beautiful and develop she looked. She was wearing an attractive retentive blue dress, the type with suddenly off-the-shoulder sleeve, with a ovalbumin blossom mark, that hung down almost to her mid-calf. Her haircloth was down, laying across her bare shoulders and she had applied a little eyeshadow and lipstick. She was wearing a dyad of wedge sandals, which added a couple of inches to her height and seemed to alter her military posture slightly. MJ smiled and did a lilliputian twirl for me, she looked sandbag, transforming almost by thaumaturgy from scruffy teen into a beautiful young woman.

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

"you look beautiful love, quite the Cy Young lady"

She smiled happily and hugged me

"papa daughter date !"she joked, giggling happily

This was going to be her first visit to a pub, so I was a piddling timid about taking her because her mum would lynch me if she knew, but I was looking forward to spending some restful prison term 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 clock time with MJ, even something as simple as simply walking together to the pub.

"I really like that wearing apparel sweetheart ; it looks majuscule on you. Is it new ? ”. I noticed how the easy fabric clung to her, accentuating her slender shape, the scummy theatrical role covering her legs, wafting slightly as we walked. If I hadn't been her dad and some 10 or so years younger, I would definitely deliver had her in my sights. I'm still surprised that she didn't already have a stock of guy wire waiting to knock on our door. Being Asian, Sarah had always kept MJ on a fairly wet rein and often lectured her on the risks of allowing herself to be distracted from her education. I think that was one of the few things that Sarah and I really differed on. I understood the importance of her education, but I also wanted her to have the exemption to go through life, even if that meant dating some spotty teenager.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the pub. As we entered, I smiled and nodded to acknowledge the faces that turned to count in our counsel, to the highest degree of whom I recognized. There was the usual accumulation of topical anesthetic farmers together with a few lowly job owners and resident physician from the village. Normally I would need a stool at the bar but as MJ was with me, so I went over to an empty turning point booth near the window that had an old red lounge and gestured her to sit.

"what would you like to drink sweetie ?"

"dad, can I try a glass of wine ?"

I laughed,"I don't really think that's seize love, your mum would probably kill 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 front the prospect of her mum knowing I'd taken MJ to the pub and let her drink alcohol.

"Please daddy, all my friends drink and I promise I won't drink much and besides, I'm with you, so you know I'm condom ”. She looked at me, pleading with her puppy-dog center that melt the strongest will.

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

"I promise daddy, I won't even tell her we came here, fair ”. Her expression and flavor were dangerous, 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, commit me a pint of bitter and a shabu of white wine"

Dave raised an eyebrow at the added petition for a glass of wine but saying zip he took a clean-living glass and poured my usual beer before turning to take a wine deoxyephedrine. He opened the fridge door taking an already opened feeding bottle of a generically branded Andrew Dickson White wine and poured.

This was a low country village pub and Dave was always indulgent with the rules. He knew total well that MJ was only 16 but wasn't expecting a visit from the local constabulary any clip soon. Besides, the resident physician policeman was also well known in the village and he would not be too concerned about formalities or pay attention to who was in the pub unless one of the topical anesthetic drank too practically and got out of hand. Life in the village was so informal !

turn back to me with both drinks, he placed them on the bar in front 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 girl ?"he asked, his focus looking over at the corner ?

"yes, her mother is away so I invited her to get along 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 scuttlebutt but felt a little discomfort with his remark about MJ being"Hot ”. I knew she was attractive, but my sentiment had always squashed any thoughts of her in terms of anything overtly sexual.

Accepting the drinks from him, I turned to yield to the table and looked over at MJ. Dave was right, the clingy clothes she was wearing, the subtle war paint, the way her long black hairsbreadth cascaded over her shoulder joint, mentally, I had to harmonize with Dave. She was definitely sexy.

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

After taking my seat, we toasted each other and I cautioned her,"just salute 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 chat MJ started to wait around the room."This place is so cool"she added, continuing immediately with"I can see why you like to come here, everyone is so friendly ”.

I followed her eyes to a small group of youngish guy wire who were playing darts. One of the bozo had turned and was smiling in MJ's direction, a tall, burly guy obviously either in farming or mental synthesis. He nudged another equally well-built guy who was standing close by and he also turned to take care and wink at her before turning his attention back to the game.

MJ's cheek had flushed, which couldn't possibly be from the wine, as she had barely wino any. The dad in me felt a familiar spirit protective urge, but I let it mistake, besides which, I had no intention in picking an debate with those guys, there were several in the group and they clearly looked like they could care themselves.

I decided to cut them and continued to chatter with her. At home she was always a quiet, demure girl, who, like a well brought up Asiatic girl, respected her parents, but in this scope, she seemed to relax and chatted more freely. We talked about so many affair, from my body of work, to tv display, to boys. She confirmed that she hadn't dated yet, despite a great many invitations ; Clearly Sarah's motherly advice had worked so far.

After a while, we finished our drinkable and MJ asked,"please pop, can I have another ?"

I pondered her request unsure whether to let her wassail a endorse glass of wine, but I relented and headed back to the bar.

Dave quickly served me, jokingly asking,"trying to get her drunk ?"as he poured a indorsement chalk, slightly larger than the first.

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

Dave grinned and nodded in agreement.

I returned to the booth and offered MJ her chicken feed before taking my place side by side to her and continuing our conversation.

We were about half-way through our drinks when there was a loud roar from the group of guys playing dart, heralding a triumph. Another called over to Dave and ordered another round of drinks in honor of the winner.

MJ was again looking over in the commission of the Guy, her attention drawn by the jubilation. The guy who had smiled at her, was gesturing her over to join the game. MJ politely shook her 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 run that game with them ?"She was alternating the management of her top dog between the guys and me, using those same puppy-dog eyes with me.

I pondered the right and wrongs and all the potential outcomes 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 fare to a pub and booze alcohol. I kind of decided that nothing much could possibly pass off to her as I was there, and I was pretty certainly that Dave would not put up with any folderal in his pub. In world there was probably nothing I could do if matter got out of bridge player, but I didn't want to screw up her fun and experience her pouty, unhappy expressions, which her mother received any sentence she limited something MJ really wanted to do.

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

Then the aid of the group turned to MJ and it was clear that she was expected to take a turn at the plot. She took a dart and somewhat awkwardly aimed and threw it at the board, missing completely. The guy who had invited her, moved over and took up a position behind her, his sizeable framing partly obstructing my view. He rested his remaining helping hand on her hip, while the other took keep of her right forearm and guided her aim. Together she threw again. The dart flew towards the control board, dropping slightly before hitting a 17. The guys cheered and MJ took another flit. The guy, still positioned behind her, guided her right hand, leaning a little finisher to her head. She released the flit, which again few towards the board, this meter with a little more than 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 flit and started to aim. 20 with the inaugural and again with the second, and then double 20 with the 3rd. 80 announced the scorer. I turned my attention once again to MJ who was standing next to the guy who had helped her. I couldn't fail to notice that his arm was still around her, his hand on her dilute waist. I felt a slender sting of concern, a little irritated with him for taking the liberty to keep touching her. They were chatting and she was continuing to contract sips from her wine-colored, clearly seeming to be happy, so I again decided to let it go so she could have some fun.

A few more beat later and it was MJ's routine again. She moved over and took a dart. The guy positioned himself behind her, this fourth dimension pressing close to her and putting his forget arm around her tummy as he pulled her into him. His right arm stroked slowly down her bare right on arm before taking cargo area of her carpus to help her aim. MJ released the dart, barely missing the 20 to grade a 5. The guy shuffled against her, adjusting her position and pulling her into him a little tighter. She scored a 20, followed by another 20. 45 announced the guy keeping score.

MJ happily jumped up and down, letting out an extemporaneous squeal. As she moved out of the way for the following player, she was followed by her new ally. She took a big draught of her wine-coloured, still seeming elated about her achievement. The guy sidled up alongside her, nigh than he maybe should receive and immediately put his arm around her. I watched closely as almost immediately he started gently rubbing the modest of her backrest. This rubbing went on for a few minutes, but although in my Koran, his actions 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 hired man on the belittled of her cover, slowly working his way lower, to the detail where his hand was resting on her hindquarters, which he gave a little squeeze, but MJ seemed too enthralled with the game to notice or pay much tending to.

One of the cat had called for another round of beers and I was surprised when individual handed MJ a dry pint. She gulped down the remaining wine, putting the now vacuous glass down and happily accepted the dry pint of beer, glancing with a somewhat sheepish looking at over in my focal point, hoping maybe that I hadn't noticed or that I wouldn't Call her back from what she was doing. This made me increasingly neural, but I again rationalized that at least she was still in my sight but determined that if things started to get out of mitt, then I would have to come up a way to extricate her from the group.

I'm not sure where the thought came from but part of me started to wish that I was the lucky guy subtly enjoying her attention, a idea which I quickly tried to dismiss from my mind. Dave was right, she was definitely turning into a sexy cleaning lady and I was quietly contemplating how I was going to keep her from venturing off into the macrocosm of horny guys and dating.

I finished my beer and wandered across to the bar offering my empty beer glass to Dave, he took it and filled it again.

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

"yeah, was just thinking about whether to intervene or not, but I don't want to deflower her fun, not as long as it's relatively harmless, and I'm not quite indisputable how to free her, without upsetting her ”.

"go sit yourself down and impart them to me, those gent are constantly on the prowl for impudent heart and soul and they're a approximative crowd, but they won't mass with me ”, responded Dave, winking at me and nodding in the counselling of my John Wilkes Booth for me to go and sit down.

I took my nates and returned my tending to the game, or more specifically to guy gently squeezing her ass. For whatever reason, MJ didn't seem to be objecting, so rightly or wrongly, I let it continue. I found myself starting to wonder how that was making her tone and whether she was not only enjoying the inebriant, but the guy's touch too.

MJ had been steadily doing her honest to run her way through her pint of beer and was already half-way down it, encouraged by the other guy who kept clinking her trash with theirs. She definitely seemed to be one of the male child. Some of the guys even suggested downing the dry pint in one, but MJ was far from being able to accept such a challenge.

A few instant 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 friend came up behind her and immediately wrapped his arm around her tummy and pulling her intimately nigh to him, the early paw gently stroking her arm before taking hold of her forearm to take her aim. Her dart flew through the air and sunk into the section Daveed 20. The guys cheered. The future dart too landed in a 20 to another round of cheering from respective members of the 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 duplicate 20. Apparently, she had thrown the dart that finally won the biz and was excitedly jumping up and down again. She grabbed her spyglass 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 theater, boys ”, offering them each a new pint. As soon as he had handed over the survive pint, he turned and whispered in MJ's ear. She glanced over in my direction with a look of disappointment, her foiling immediately apparent to me in her facial expression. However, she thanked the guy and made excuses and headed over to our table. Her face was flushed, and her legs were by now, a little unsteady, and although her aspect showed a slight disappointment, MJ was too well brought up to be disrespectful or disobey my want, or be unthankful, so obligingly took her place on the lounge at one slope of me. The guy who had been"helping"her glowered over at me as though I had deprived him of a major score but quickly turned his attention back to the conversation among the other guy. I noticed that his trouser were bulging,

"Did you have fun ? ”, I asked, already knowing the answer but I kind of wanted to break her form 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 sure about how to answer to that last question, I wanted to say no, but resorted to the parent's get out of jailhouse card ;"Maybe"I replied,"but not when your mum is around, or she will toss off me ”.

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

At that point, Dave took me by surprisal as he came over to our booth bearing 3 shot glasses filled, filled with a milky-looking cocktail, with a gentle fire flickering away on top."Just a little something to lionise our little dart wizard here ”. MJ's eyes lit up and as Dave passed them around, I mouthed a silent"thank you"to him for distracting those guys and returning my daughter to me integral. MJ was fascinated with the little glass with the blue flame and took several painting of it with her speech sound. She was about to place it to Facebook, when I reminded her that her mum might well see it and that would be worry for both of us.

Dave took a seat on the former side of MJ and holding it by the bag to obviate the rapidly stir up glass, blew the flame out. MJ immediately copied his action at law and then I followed causa. Dave toasted MJ"to the new whiz"and swiftly downed the drinking in one. MJ tried to replicate him, coughing and spluttering as the cocktail, as I also found out, it was quite strong. I looked over at Dave, surprised that he had plied her with such a hard cocktail, but he just shrugged and said,"relax dad, you don't live so far away, let the girl enjoy herself ”.

Although the guys were continuing their biz and many of the earlier customer had since left, a voice boomed from a guy over by the bar as a customer summoned Dave back to tariff and he left to go attend another beer. I wasn't sure what was in that cocktail, but I was already starting to sense it. MJ was definitely experiencing the unfamiliar result of alcoholic beverage, as she was becoming increasingly giggly, and her font had a distinctly rosy glow. She was positively potty. The beers and that shot had definitely helped me to slacken too and was happy to sit in the bar, enjoying our time together, accompanied by a sexy untested woman, or I perhaps should feature thought, my beautiful Pres Young girl. My vision in brain wandered again back to the earlier time when that guy was stroking her arm, rubbing her spinal column, and squeezing her ass. Despite being incompatible, I couldn't help the thoughts that MJ had enjoyed those new-found feelings, perhaps a slight too much and that her rosy glow when she returned to the booth, wasn't just the effects of alcohol.

The guy rope finished their game and started to impart. On their way out, I overheard them talking about grabbing some fish ‘ n flake from the visiting mobile nutrient van that visited every week, parking outside the local store. They seemed to take lost pursuit 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 former guy who was sitting alone at the bar working on a new pint. His aid focused on a sports game showing on a tv behind the bar.

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

"folderal"said Dave as he appeared suddenly behind me, brandishing another tray of dissimilar shaft, and quickly continued,"We may as well make the most of it, besides I want to get to be intimate this hot young madam you have with you ”.

MJ blushed shyly and giggled at being referred to as a"hot Brigham Young ma'am ”.

He placed the tray on the low round tabular array in movement of us and took a position in the booth on the former incline of MJ.

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

"Nonsense"he said again, handing a shot to MJ."If she's going to get sot, this is as secure lieu as any. Besides, give those gent a short-circuit patch to get themselves home ”.

MJ held out her glass and announced"sunshine"and downed the shot in one go, not coughing and spluttering like before, with a big grin on her aspect."cheers ”, Dave and I responded. MJ gave an inebriated giggle.

The three of us chatted some more, relaxing in the blurred glowing of Dave's shots, MJ joining the conversation with giggles and casual remarks, her centre were somewhat brumous. At one point, 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 toilette were while Dave, attended to the remaining customer who had been watching the tv and took care of his payment.

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

Tucking something into her little handbag, MJ staggered her way back to the booth, somewhat unsteady on her feet and slid along the terrace corner sofa to ingest her office future to me."are you feeling ok ?"I asked, a trivial implicated for her, almost regretting that I had let her drink far more than I should have."Yesh"was all she could dim out. She leaned towards me and gave me a hug.

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

"Shhhh pa, I don't want the hale world to know ”. She looked a little embarrassed and continued"I had a niggling stroke, so I had to take my panties off ”. The sudden realisation that she was sitting there with no step-in surprised me, but I decided to drop that particular note 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 seat, I determined to pop to the men's privy ; the urge to pee finally reminding me that what goes in must come out.

As I stood there letting the current stir against the urinal, releasing the pent-up pressure, I found my judgment 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 vision of my little little girl peeing her panty and now sitting in the booth without any, all swirled in my somewhat inebriated mind, to the distributor point where I started to enjoy the inappropriate mentation. Shaking the final bead into the urinal, I tucked myself back in and made my way back out to the bar.



Far from being on the period of leaving, Dave had returned to the booth with a tabularise game and was helping MJ build a small tower of short oblong wooden blocks, with each stratum facing plumb line to the story 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 stabilize and Dave had to rescue the tower on several occasions.

"We were just getting ready to leave and let you close up for the nighttime, Dave ”, I said in my most sober voice, adding"it's way past completion time and this young lady has already had enough to salute ”.

"Sit yourself down Bill, we're having a private party. I've locked the doors, so no-one is going to interrupt us, and besides, I'm going to teach this offspring peeress a cool down game ”.

I tried to be assertive about going dwelling, but MJ once again was doing her best to cave in me her puppy-dog pleading eyes. Reluctantly, I acquiesced and took my seat again. With that, he announced the rules.

"Each person takes a turn to slew out one of the cylinder block"

"if the tower falls, or you can't go without the tower falling, you have to aim a shooter"

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

"sound like a highly contrived game there Dave, not sure enough if MJ is ready for that yet.

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

Her cobbler's last remark made me laugh, I didn't agree about that, but I had to admit that tonight she was acting more fully 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 1st block, leaving the ones above looking somewhat precariously balanced.

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

MJ pondered what form of dubiousness 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 teen to ask.

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

"Your bit next, MJ ”, Dave added.

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

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

I struggled to think of a head 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 feel ?"She giggled,"shquiffy"was her giggly response, trying not to sound inebriate, which to me it wasn't surprising, given how practically she had already wassail 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 easy. The tower was already precariously balanced. I tested a few, nudging them slightly with a finger's breadth, trying to valuate whether the tug looked like it would collapse at any mo, before finally settling on one. Fortunately, I was right, the block came away and fortunately the column remained standing.

Dave turned to me and looking me straight in the eye, asked his question."So, Dad, do you think your daughter is sexy ? ”. I was shocked by the dubiousness, hesitating to do. Part of me felt it was too invasive, too incompatible, but visions of the earlier effect tempted me to say yes. MJ was staring at me with wide eyes, having suddenly realized the implications of the question. Dave raised his eyebrow, waiting for my reply."I think she looks really pretty tonight"I responded, hoping that would satisfy him."That wasn't the doubt, Dad… you need to take a drink for avoiding it ”. Dave grabbed the bottle and filled the shot-glass, handing it to me."swallow up"instructed Dave. I objected, claiming that as a Dad I had answered the head, to which Dave turned to MJ and said,"he means yes ”. MJ flushed and giggled.

On Dave's turn, the column almost fell, but he managed to get away with it, the remaining pulley-block even more precariously hanging in the counterweight. Dave reminded MJ that it was her turn to ask a question. She was kind of lost for a interrogative, her brain was clearly working slowly."Do you have a girl ? ”, she blurted out."MJ ! ”, I said in a scold voice, which immediately caused a guilty expression. She was about to take the inquiry back, when Dave interjected."No, no, it's fine… in the game, there's aught we can't ask ”. He pondered for a brief bit and then continued."No MJ, since my wife died, I've been ace ”. I thought that was the end of his resolution, but he continued."Of course, being undivided I have a lot more work to do to run this property, but more than that, I miss female companionship, the affection, the intimacy ”. Dave was answering as if in a radical of adult, but I felt his remarks were touching on borderline for talking to a 16-year-old.

Not waiting for any reaction from me, he continued"Your bout I believe, MJ ”. MJ struggled, her finger's breadth wobbly, as she attempted to remove a piece, when the remaining tower suddenly collapsed into a jumbled-up heap of blocks.

"Aha ! ”, exclaimed Dave, reaching for the bottle, before taking another shot Methedrine and filling it. MJ accepted the spyglass and downed the tequila in one go, no longer reacting to the effectiveness of it, although her optic did open wide when she swallowed it. I could see from the label that it was a particularly strong tequila. The label read"Dulce Vida Blanco ”, a 50 % ABV clear tequila, way stronger than about you find in pubs and I was already feeling the effects of my utmost shooter. 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 stimulate probably choked and blown half of it out the glass at the directness of Dave's question. MJ immediately flushed an interesting shade of undimmed pink, looking nervously in my direction, hesitating to answer the question. Dave, reached for the bottle.

"Wait !"exclaimed MJ, not wanting to refuse a question…"Yes… yes I have k..kished a.. boy"…"good Dad it was just a kiss, no Sir Thomas 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 worry honey, your secret is safe with me. Better we keep this unhurt evening a secret between us, so I won't tell your mom anything. I don't want to be the object for her anger and neither do you ”. I tried to sound genuine and confirm, but now I was curious, very curious, who ? when ? It wasn't a aggregate shock, just an unexpected answer, given that she was such a homebird and my mind raced with questions.

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

The game continued on for several rounds, each of us at some period causing the wooden block tower to collapse and suffering both the humiliation and the penalty of having to take one more crack, including Dave from fourth dimension to time. Needless to say, we were all quickly working our way through the nursing bottle of tequila.

It came time for Dave to ask a question of MJ again, who honestly was in no fit country to answer to anything and the responses she did give, were usually accompanied by blur actor's line, interspersed with giggles. I too was well on the way to being quite inebriated, but it had the result of helping me get more unwind and certainly my fatherly defenses were at an all-time low.

A small movement under the table caught my eye, somewhat shocked, I noticed that Dave's hired hand was on MJ's leg and he was gently caressing her thigh. It took a few second gear to register what I was seeing. MJ was either blissfully unaware of this, or she had no plain signal of objecting to Dave's gentle touch. It wasn't serious but was certainly noticeable and I was pretty sure that his actions were not just an accidental or casual feeling. Contrary to my convention instincts, I found myself ignoring his stroking her leg and let it pass along, after all, he was my Quaker, and he knew full well that MJ was my girl. 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 puddle you feel when that guy was rubbing your back and squeezing your ass earlier ”. Although already noticeably highly inebriated, MJ face flushed a burnished red and she glanced briefly at me as if trying to determine how to do."Hmmm, kinda sexy ! ”, and then after a fugitive pause,"it made me tingle ”. Dave smiled. My judgment flashed back to the vision of the guy's hand squeezing her tush and I found myself imagining

The plot continued on, but I noticed that Dave's hand rarely left her second joint, continuing to stroke and bit by bit, was sliding further up her second joint. I started to marvel whether Dave's touch was also having the effect of making her feel sexy. To my surprise I became mindful that I too found it sexy to watch Dave's manus at work and felt a obtrusive swelling in my pants. I was almost willing him on. I started to lose focus on the game and instead, increasingly focused on the way Dave was stroking her.

Dave's stroking continued to work back and forth on her thigh, soft gentle drift, sometimes pressing the open cloth of her dress to strike between her partly opened legs and stir her inner thigh.

It came around to MJ's spell again, but she was already far too inebriated to ever remove one of the blocking safely and of course the tug tumbled. MJ downed another snapshot of tequila

"How do you experience now ?"I asked, somewhat naively. I wasn't sure how that motion had managed to derive into my mind, it certainly wasn't a consciously sexual question, but before I could draw back it MJ replied"Horny !"and giggling almost uncontrollably, her face glowing vermilion. I was not salute enough to get been unmoved by the directness of her response, I was shocked, but felt my hammer swell more and start inside my pants. I was conflicted between being a dutiful parent and rising awareness 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 response as a cue, lowering his deal to MJ's knee and using his digit to gradually tuck up the fabric of the lower share of her apparel, raising the fabric from hanging freely on her calves to just above her knees. He then slowly separated her genu, his hand sliding under the raised hem to do contact with her skin. My sum started to wash as I was pretty sure that Dave was now cognisant that I was watching his action and making no attempt to object, as if my lack of expostulation was an unspoken quotation of what he was doing and almost granting him permission to go further.

The secret plan had all but been discarded and all aid focused on MJ. MJ's eyes closed, the gist of the constant menstruum of alcohol finally sending her into a dozy, state, somewhere between a sleepy never-never land and wakefulness. As his hand slowly worked its way along her inner thigh, I could discern the emplacement of his bridge player from the way the fabric bunched against his forearm and I could tell that his fingerbreadth 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 couch and parted her wooden leg a little more. His hand slid even further up her second joint. MJ flinched slightly and moaned softly as Dave's digit connected with her exhibit twat. Dave's saying instantly showed that he was clearly surprised that she was not wearing any pantie. MJ seemed to be totally forgetful to me sitting decently next to her. I could discern a change in the movement of Dave's hand under her dress, from stroking to a more rhythmical, yet elusive circling movement. 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 comfortably she could

"You like being touched ?"Dave continued

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

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

"Yes ! ”, her voice more urgent

Dave continued to finger her pussycat. My erection felt like it was at bursting level 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 bear upon my girl's pussy, but the peeper in me prevented me from doing the right-hand thing.

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

"excited"replied MJ, her drunken state limiting her to ace Son answers, but the expression on her look turned to worry, as her brain slowly registered the full inference of Dave's question, but her drunken DoS 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 spacious and turning to me, she reached out, wrapping her limb around my cervix and kissed me, not as a daughter should, but with her mouth firmly planted on mine. I hesitated to buss her back, but the softness of her lip was so beguiling, I started to kiss her binding. Our mouths opened slightly, and my lingua darted into her mouth, toying with hers. I kissed her deeply, not as a daughter, but as my devotee. Her breathing deepened Thomas More, and she moaned softly into our osculation as Dave's fingers worked more frantically.

Dave's other mitt reached for her boob and started to rub down them as our kissing continued unabated.

"Do you love your pa, MJ ?"

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

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

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

Dave reached out and took detention of my hand. I hesitated, semi-reluctantly I allowed him to guide it to her leg. His digit were wet, and I became cognizant of a musky aroma that was catching my nose and adding to the portmanteau word of soft perfume that MJ was wearing and the alcohol on her breath. My hand touched her thigh, her peel so soft and cool, sliding it upwards under the wench of her dress until I reached the passion of her pussy. She was wet, very wet, I felt her pubic hairs tangled in the wetness as my finger probed her folds and my quarter round found her clitoris. I rubbed her gently. I felt MJ's body tingle and trembling at my touch. Touching my daughter in such an intimate way was intoxicating, knowing it was so forbidden, so incorrect, yet at the Lapp time, bringing her pleasure.

Dave turned his attention to her breasts, both hands now free, he worked on the elasticated neckline of her dress, the off-shoulder mode clinging to her upper arms as he pulled at them gently, each time taking them down in the mouth 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, adorned by big brown nipple sitting erect, perky, framed by night pink areolae. Dave lowered his headspring and sucked a mamilla into his back talk while his hand went to the former breast, squeezing, pinching her nipples. The garb fell to her waist, leaving her completely topless from the waistline up. goose bump 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 bare chest since she was a little girl.

MJ's body was writhing and moaning as I continued to finger her, hooking two fingers into her pussy as my thumb pressed and circled her clitoris. It felt delectably lovesome, wet, extremely mean, 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 other, massaging her titty, pinching the extended nipples.

As MJ's soundbox gently writhed, her groan became deeper and I felt her wetness rising by the second, all thoughts of right and wrong allow for my sentiment completely, I was just reveling in the consequence. Her body started to shake and tremble like a mini earthquake, her legs clamped together around my hand, her walls squeezing my fingers.

Dave looked at me, winking, satisfied we had made MJ have what was possibly her inaugural coming, although character of me now wondered whether she had ever masturbated. In that moment, I determined to find out and be more observant of her in the hereafter, but as of this minute, I was too drink to care and too turned on to stop.

As MJ's body started to come up down from the high of her climax, Dave gestured me to stand up. I withdrew my sopping wet finger from under her dress and rose from the sofa, watching, as Dave maneuvered her onto her back, her dress scrunched up around her waist, her slit and breasts fully exposed to both Dave and me.

Dave dropped his pant and freed his erect cock, the wickedness mushroom head teacher, quite thick and I briefly estimated he was a good 7inches. My kernel raced at the idea that he was about to fuck my daughter in front of me, but my mind egged him on ; the peeper in me now in full control. I released my own aching erection, desperate for release. He moved between MJ's legs and lifted first one and then the former of her ankles onto his shoulder and stood held his prick with one manus, aiming it at the sopping wet sassing of her pussy. He pressed forwards and I watched with fascination as the brim her pussy stretched around his cock as he tried to click her. Dave pushed again, easing himself a little further in before hitting her barrier. I started to wank as I watched and waited in eager anticipation for him to deflower her. Dave held her pelvic arch and pushed forward more assertively, pushing deeper. MJ winced and moaned in her slumber as he pushed through her hymen and deeper into her pussy. Holding himself inside her before gently easing back and then pushing deeper. A little trickle of blood discernibly coated the barb of his penis.

MJ appeared to be barely conscious, at to the lowest degree conscious enough to experience the genius and moan softly as Dave bottomed out, each thrust 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 nibble up the pace, pounding her energetically. I was trying desperately hard not to cum, and it took almost all my concentration to deflect my dead body from over-reacting to the visual sense of my daughter's pussy being fucked hard, her lowly exposed tits rocking back and Forth on her chest of drawers like little upturned bowls of jelly. I imagined that MJ would have cum already had it not been for the intoxicant in her system, but her organic structure still was visibly responding as Dave did not hold back and was fucking her hard, her moans getting louder, her breathing deeper and faster. This carried on for respective minutes until suddenly she opened her mouth and cried out, her eubstance started spasming and was clearly in the midst of an orgasm despite her semi-comatose state. This was too practically for Dave and he grunted as he made a terminal thrust and held it deep inside her as he pumped his seed into her unprotected depths. I could no longer hold back either, pumping myself flying and faster, watched as circle after rophy of cum splashed down onto my daughter, splattering her fount, haircloth, breasts, and even onto her dress. Dave held himself inside her, pushing deep, waiting for the last dregs to eject into her.

MJ lay there on her back, mumbling words that neither of us could make out. As Dave's dick finally started to puncture, he pulled out of her and we both looked at each former, our outrageous abuse flooding into our post-coital tristesse, blended in a fling with feeling of guilt and panic. What occurs in period of uncontrolled lust, quickly transforms into the world of having allowed Dave to fuck my daughter while i watched. Panic about how to explain this to her in the sober light of morning time, how to obviate divorce or worse, prison house, should her female parent ever discover what we had just done. I was supposed to be the one to preserve her secure, not sustain my Friend sexually abuse and eff her.

"Let's get her menage ”, Dave's vocalism broke the guilty contemplation going on in my head. With that he lifted her shoulder joint and did his honest to get the top of her frock back over her breasts and into more or less the right property. We each grabbed an arm and took the weight of her hitch dead body across our shoulders. It was amazing to me how heavy person is when they are all but passed out and not particularly helping. It was already lately, gone 1am before we left the pub and guided MJ back rest home. Fortunately, it was only a few hundred railyard to our sign, but it felt like miles. Along the way, she threw up at least twice, splashing her dress, the mephitis of vomit and alcohol almost causing me to almost throw up too. Eventually, we made it to the front door and fumbling somewhat with my keys managed to get the door open with one hired man. Certainly, I would never bear been able to get her home single handed, so I was grateful to Dave for his help. Along the way we had not spoken of what had happened, there was a sort of computer code of silence because both of us were as shamefaced and yet both of us had gone along with it.

Once inside, the job of getting her up the step presented the next challenge. MJ was still out of it, her body almost wilted and unable to support itself. The steps were not wide enough to really let 3 people go up, side of meat by face, so we decided the in effect way was for me to support her shoulders and Dave to post her by supporting her stifle and then go up, but we still had to take it one step at a time. The bedroom belonging to my wife and I was the good and I pushed the doorway open with my seat. Releasing my hand for a brief second, 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 better get her out of these thing"I said to Dave,"let's get the apparel off her and I'll throw it in the washer ”. Dave and I removed her shoes then worked the dress up over her nates, over her thorax, and finally over her head, leaving her totally naked. Her inner thigh were streaked with drying cum that had leaked out of her as we walked her household. Her look was still splashed with cum and her frock smelled of a mix of sex and vomitive. I found myself instantly hardening at the batch of her. Dave too was staring at her nakedness.

I grabbed the dress and took her wet panties from her purse before heading downstairs to pop the soiled clothes in the washing machine, leaving Dave to make for sure she was ok. I added soap and softener, ***********ed a light wash Hz, and bid jump. It started up and turned to leave as I heard the weewee 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 receptive bedroom room access. Dave was standing at the side of the bed and had his erect cock out. He had a phone in his deal and clicked several photo of MJ laying naked on the bed. I then watched, fascinated, as masturbated while looking at her. His strokes had become more frantic, when he turned MJ's caput and inserted his rooster into her mouth, he slid his putz in and out a few times as he pumped himself a distich more times and then pushed into her mouth and grunted, spewing cum into the back of her mouth. The sight of her saintlike face with her mouth wrapped around a cock was every voyeur's dreaming cum true. He withdrew his peter and looked around for a tissue or something to wipe it with. Not finding anything, he grabbed hold of a handful of her long hair and proceeded to pass over his prick with it. My heart was pounding, and my own erection was throbbing for tone ending, but I decided instead to go quietly back downstairs and act to be busying myself with the laundry.

After a few bit I heard Dave coming down the stairs and I came out from the wash elbow room to find him standing in the passage by the front room access."I'd meliorate get back"he said. I nodded."Look…"he said,"about tonight…"he was clearly feeling awkward and not indisputable quite what to say, averting his oculus from any direct contact."Don't worry about it, Dave, I'm her dad, I feel just as hangdog too ”."I could give stopped this any clip from the moment when you first put your deal on her human knee, but I chose not to ”. He looked at me quizzically. I continued…"I guess I was funny, ever since I started watching that guy squeezing her ass… actually rum is not the right news, it turned me on, I wished I had been younger… what I mean is… ”. Dave interjected,"no motive to explain… must be hard having such a aphrodisiac young woman around you every day… biology is biology and we're programmed to have sex ”. I paused before responding"the true statement is that I enjoyed seeing you advert her, I wanted you to fuck her… in fact, I wish those bozo had taken her out the back and I could somehow have got watched ”. Dave grinned at my Revelation of being such a voyeur, possibly feeling somewhat relieved by my satinpod with him."You'd better get back to her, best she's not left alone and hold her on her incline instead of on her back, we don't want her strangling if she throws up again ”."Let's talk to a greater extent tomorrow ”, he added.

I nodded and we said our goodbyes. After closing the door for the night, I headed back up the stairs. Dave had somehow managed to get MJ into the bed, so her forefront could rest on a pillow and had covered her with the bedding. I undressed and climbed into bed nude next to MJ's sleeping anatomy. I was alone at last with my sleeping 16-year-old daughter. I turned on my side and spooned with her, sliding an arm around her. My fingerbreadth toyed with her thin patch of pubic hair, before moving up to cup one of her bosom. They were so amazing to bear. My cock got instantly heavy and started pressing into her keister cheeks. MJ seemed to be in a oceanic abyss sleep and the warmth of her vulnerable young dead body adjacent to mine made me get going to fantasise. I imagined her going out the backrest of the pub with the dart guys, of them taking turns to kiss her and touch her. I wondered how she would answer when she was relatively serious enough to enjoy it and participate. I loved the musical theme of seeing how she would be when she was turned on and alert enough to take part. I wondered if she masturbated and what she fantasized about.

My cock grew even harder, and I rolled her tit between my digit and thumb as I started to slue my putz between her thighs, my peter twitched as it started rubbing against her pussy. Temptation got the better of me and I maneuvered myself, so the tip of my cock was pressing against her opening. Her kitty-cat was still slippery wet, possibly from remnants of the cum she had inside her. I pushed a little harder and carefully slue my interior. My mind was visualizing those big burley guy wire and how big their cocks would fight to slide into her uncoerced puss. The sensation of being in her pussy was astound, so warm up, so wet, tight like a mitt. I imagined her moaning and enjoying being fucked, I imagined her cumming over and over, of them taking crook with her. I imagined her getting filled with cum. My pecker was deep inside her and started to pulsate. My illusion ran free and groundless and soon I was at the point of no income tax return. My testis tightened and I felt roach after roach of my own cum filling my daughter. I lay together with her, my putz still inside her, twitching, still leaking cum until I finally deflated. I had never imagined possibleness of fucking her before tonight, the transport of watching her or being inside her, but now I had become a summate addict, addicted to the possibilities of her bourgeoning sexuality.

I needed badly to sleep but tried to press through it because I knew that I couldn't leave her naked like this for her to wake up raw next 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 collection of glut bears on her bed, the elbow room decorated in flaccid pastels, and cartoonish eccentric printed on her bedsheets. I found her night-robe, an old baggy tee shirt that she would often put on and rummaged in her draw for a distich of panty, ***********ing a light pastel dark pair of cotton wool panty with white lacy edge. Returning to my bedroom, I slid them carefully over her pes and inched them up her wooden leg. I pulled the sheets over to the side, then rolled MJ onto her back and worked them over her butt. I paused for a import, marveling at the lot of a low trickle of cum that was seeping from her cunt and running between her ass boldness. I scooped some up with my halfway fingerbreadth and placed it on her small dark rosebud of an anus, using it to slide the tip of my finger inside. I wanted to fuck her there too, I wanted to fuck her mouth as Dave had just done and cum in her oral cavity, to find her sucking me, but we both were too far gone and I had cum so tough twice already ; I felt like my balls had no more cum to collapse. Snapping out of my temporary enchantment and forcing the fantasies out of my mind, I tugged her panties up into topographic point and grabbed her t-shirt, easing it over her head. It was a bit of a struggle to get her munition through, and to pull the jersey down covering her titty and down her torso, but I managed it eventually. As I pulled it over her head, I could see the pool of cum still in her mouth, mix with spit, a lowly trickle escaped from the corner. I wondered if she would withdraw it. A few fibril of cum were stuck in her whisker, but I figured I could charge that and any residuary after taste easily enough on her throwing up.

I rolled MJ back onto her side and climbed in bed beside her, this time making for certain there was a healthy distance between us, turning my back to her. MJ was still sleeping soundly, a abstruse inebriant fueled sleep. To say that I was tired, would have been an understatement and I quickly drifted into sleep too.

dayspring came around and I was the first to awake. Inner Light was streaming through the window as I checked the clock at the side of the bed. 10:30am. MJ was still fast asleep, which I considered a good affair, but she seemed to be ok. I got out of bed as carefully as I could so as not to wake up her and crept quietly down to the kitchen to make some coffee.

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

About half an hour later, a sleepy 16-year-old girl appeared sheepishly at the kitchen threshold."I'm so meritless pop"were her outset wrangle. I looked in her direction and smiled at her."goodness aurora lulu, are you ok ?"I asked, probing for some denotation of what she knew.

She ran over and hugged me"I'm so dark, really, I never meant to get so drunk, please don't tell mom about this ”. In my mind I already knew that there was no way in hell I was ever going to advert final night to her female parent."It's exquisitely sweetheart, you did rather drink a lot, but I figured you were safe with me. What do you remember ?"I probed with another tryout interrogative sentence."hmm nothing much, it's all a big fog really. I remember playing that scoot game, that was fun, and i remember playing that game with the auction block, but I'm kinda confused about it after that ”. I felt a sigh of fill-in inside,"well you did rather salute a lot and you were mixing wine and beer and versatile kinds of shots ”, I added."Yeah the secret plan were fun, but I don't even think back getting family, and how did I end up in your bed ? ”.

"well, honey, you were quite drink when you got home and you threw up a couplet of times, so I had to wash out your garb out. After you changed into your gown, you asked me to gargle it, and gave me your dress and pantie. Looked like you'd had a bit of an accident too ”. She lowered her optic with shame and embarrassment,"I'm sorry papa, I shouldn't have expected you to do that for me ”. She was so excusatory about everything.

"Don't worry about it honey, that's what dads are for"I said in my best 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 you safe ”.

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

"No, not in the slightest… it probably won't be the end time come that you drink too much, and I have to help you out… come have a deep brown, I'm pretty sure you need one ”. With that I poured a java and handed it to her, inviting her to sit at the table with me. She grasped the cup in both hands, 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 rest in our bed because I didn't want you throwing up in the night and choking. I wanted to maintain my eye on you to establish sure you would be good ”.

MJ mulled over my reply before seeming to have it.

"I love you daddy"she added

"I love you too honey… I'm glad you enjoyed it, but we'd better keep this as a hole-and-corner between you and me ”.

MJ clasped the warm cup in her work force 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 play dart again ”.

"Maybe, sweetheart, maybe"I replied, my voyeuristic mind venturing into forbidden territory again.

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