Dad has fantasies, too...

You're caught a little off guard as he suddenly thrusts his face forward, pushing his tongue back into your mouth. You moan as you feel him slobber on your face, lightly biting your lip as he brings you to the center of the garage against his souped-up pickup.

It's your turn to mouth random syllables, as you're unsure if your powers have the ability to ad-lib. At the same time however, his bold attitude is something of a turn on, already stirring up butterflies in your groin. He sinks down to his knees and you feel him tug on your belt, his other hand working it's way back to caress your ass.

You're a little disappointed when he's done working your belt off, as he gets back up on his feet instead of sticking around further. Nevertheless, he seems to have something in mind, working the shirt off your body before chucking it to the corner. You stand in the nip as your father eyes you up and down, saved whatever dignity hides behind your threadbare loincloth. At this point you're unsure who's satisfying whose fantasy.

Without saying a word, your father steps forward, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your neck and lightly clenching his fingers into your back. He begins to bring his hands forward, caressing along your ribs and underarms, exploring whatever his hands find along the way.

Your close your eyes, absorbing every sensation you feel from his fingers. You're rock-hard in your undergarments and the stimulation of your dad's hands running over your body feel as though they'd be enough to put you over the edge. You let out a long sigh at the same time as your father, causing you to double-take at the moment, opening your eyes to meet your father's gaze.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks lustfully.