After that, I left, heading down to my father's room. Which I now considered "my" room as well. We hadn't slept apart at all this week. When I stepped into our room, I felt like a new woman. Despite being only nineteen, I was all grown up suddenly. And I felt like we were married, strange as that sounds. He was staring at me as I walked toward our bed.
[Lovers.]
Our love making that night was completely different than our previous times. It was obvious that my father and I had shed every possible reservation that had previously existed between us. We went at each other with unbridled lust. We barely even kissed. There was no need, not this time. He started it when he pulled me up onto my knees and then spun me around so he was kneeling behind me. He pushed my legs apart and then got in b
