If someone had administered a breathalyzer test to Richard right now, he would have blown three times the legal limit. A normal person would have passed out an hour ago but his years of excess had raised his tolerance to the point where he could still function somewhat at this level. As it was, it took him a few moments to register that his daughter had her hands fondling his semi-hard cock. It wasn't going to get any harder though because of the alcohol flooding his system. He enjoyed the sensation for a few more minutes before he shoved her face into his crotch. He held her face there, robbing her of any chance to breathe until he felt her mouth envelope his shaft. Once she did then he began to force her head back and forth using the handful of hair as leverage. It took about ten minutes before he managed a little climax into her mouth. Satisfied, he threw her into the house and locked the deadbolt with his key once more. He had forgotten about the jacket entirely as he teetered back to his recliner.<br/><br/>"Damn lazy bitch," he barked at Anna. "You got work to do. Why the hell are you standing around?"<br/><br/>Muttering his usual tirade against the female half of the species, he stared at the television until he passed out. Two hours later, the sprinklers came on, soaking Anna's only decent school uniform. An hour before sunrise, it rained as well thus ensuring that her clothes would still be wet when she had to leave for school. Somehow, the jacket had fallen under a bush and remained mostly dry. Her bra had disappeared during the night, stolen, no doubt, by one of perverted neighbors who had enjoyed the blow job show the night before.