Her gently rounded belly and her smooth, slippery thighs seemed to cry out for the caress of a man's eager hands – not, to mention her cunt! Her pubic triangle, as red as the hair on her head, was like a burning bush and, lower down, her cunt slit had been parted and filled with juice, a creamy flower begging for the pollen out of a prick! And his prick had reacted, as would any man's.

Leaving the bathroom, Jennifer's father had rapidly been getting a thundering hard-on.

He gnashed his teeth and rolled his eyes.

The man was determined to will his erection to collapse. He thought it was wicked to get a hard-on because he had seen his daughter naked, and he vowed to force such incestuous thoughts from his mind. But his cock was resolute. The more he willed it to subside, the bigger it grew. His balls also were swelling up like balloons.

He was suffering agonies of shame, but his cock didn't give a damn. He concentrated on other things. He thought of the Boston Red Sox. His prick flaunted itself like a baseball bat. He thought of mowing the lawn. His prick was humming like a lawnmower. He staggered downstairs, off balance, the great bulk of his groin throwing him off balance, the bloated dimensions of his gorged balls forcing him to walk with a bowlegged gait. Lust hummed in his ears.

There was another humming sound coming from the front room. In his confusion, he imagined that it must be another hard prick, vibrating with urgency.

He staggered into the room.

His wife was vacuuming the carpet.

Her back was to him. She stood in the doorway, his cock pointing at her, dragging the front of his trousers out to a point. He looked at her firm, well-rounded ass. She was a redhead, like Jennifer. From the back, she looked very much like Jennifer.

He simply had to empty his balls.