I speed-walk my way out of the bathroom, zipping mid stride, not looking behind me. I don't know if Ma saw me or not, but I think I got away. I make my way back out toward the bar and the dancefloor. I grab a beer from the tender and peer accross the dancefloor at our table. Kelly and Dad are at the table, with a couple big drinks and a tray full of shots, half of them empty. Peering more closely, I see Kelly's hand under the table, carressing Dad's hardon! She's clearly grabbing his shaft and stroking it up and down. Her fingertips pause a moment to tickle his cock-head. Dad is sporting a wide smile and Kelly a sly grin. She's leaned over close to him and his eyes dart between a deep gaze into her eyes, a deep gaze into her lips, and an even deeper gaze into her cleavage as she squeezes his hard dick. |