Molly looked up at her father again. He was breathing heavily. A vein throbbed on the side of his forehead. He seemed to be doing everything not to look in his daughter's direction. Molly saw her father's penis. It looked even larger now. And suddenly Molly knew exactly what she needed to do.

"Daddy..." Molly said it lower now. Like a whisper or a confession. She stalked over to her father. Stood in front of him. Both of them panting like they'd run a race.

"Hurts so bad..." her father muttered.

"Me too," Molly said, "I'm sorry Daddy, but I need..."

She couldn't even finish getting the words out before...