There wasn’t anything anyone could do that would have stopped me once I saw him bent over like that. The awkward way he was trying to push that little chord into the wall socket made me want to give him everything he ever dreamed of doing to me. Perhaps it was the evening. He had been drinking shots for most of the day and I was filled with disdain for those types of days. All too often he would use that drunken state to get me into positions I really didn’t like. More than once he had me bent over a chair and forced my tight little butt in the air. Once it was exposed, there was no stopping my old man from filling the exit hole with his dick. This particular evening, not only was he drinking, but the titty channel was filled with talk about how women loved to have anal sex and that it always makes them come. Although it never made sense when he was sober, when he was drunk, it became gospel. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been drinking most of the day, myself. A shot of whiskey with him at breakfast.
