My nine-teen year old youthful self.I was currently walking down the cereal aisle with my dad and I was completely ready for him to take me right at t...hat moment. The store was cold and I had been told not to wear any panties.It was both thrilling and liberating due to the fact that I was in a short sundress. Dad was tall and looked young for a forty-year old man. He had thick black hair and delicious olive skin.He pulled me closed to him as we walked, an arm wrapped around me and his hand. “Hah! I love it!” the man gloats as he reaches down and sharply snap open the bottle causing my panties and dildo to move sharply in my frozen sex. I groan in dismay. This is going to be an uncomfortable night!“You’re welcome sir. Who’s next?” I ask as I spin around backwards to hand the beers in my hands to the other two men and then return to facing them with my crotch. Two sharp tugs and a slap on the ass later I am stumbling back to the bar.The day is a mix of the vibrator heating up my. After lunch they got some further practice then Moira went “shopping” again since Jeffrey was exhausted. His endurance would need some development, she decided.That night at bedtime she told Robert that it was time for a recital of the training they had been doing. Leading Jeffrey to their marital bed, she laid back and told him to show his brother all he had learned. Over the next hour, as Robert watched avidly, Jeffrey demonstrated all of his newly acquired skills with his brother’s wife.. 'Granddad, I cant drink this stuff, it's too strong'. I sat down on the settee and he sat down at the other end. 'Get it into your belly', he advised, 'it will loosen you up girl', he continued.I raised the glass to my lips, held my breath and took a swig, which was more than a sip, and I felt it flow down my throat and warm my stomach, a sudden warmth and secure feeling entrenched my very being, and once it had subsided, I took another, and surprisingly found myself relaxed about it.'Swing.