And how did it happen? The only answer to strange accidents in the Taylor house hold was one word. "DAD!" he screamed with his mother's light contral...to and rushed out into the garage after wrapping a towel around his far too wide and dripping butt. Brad found his father looking around like he was in more than his usual daze. Then he spoke and his words had a gentleness to them his father never had."Mrs. Taylor you're dripping wet, and I seem to be stuck inside your husband's body."A flash of. ’ He said and leaned closer to her. ‘I don’t know many people who have done that.’ He had noticed that when he looked at her for a little longer than a few seconds at a time, her cheeks would flush and she would lose her train of thought. It was difficult to forbid himself from doing it all the time. Though ten years younger than him, she seemed to already have done so much more. She was fascinating. She watched him for a few seconds before asking self consciously, ‘What?’ She had not let him. It was long and really fat and hard as a rock. He then put his hand on my head and brought to his dick and stuck it in my mouth. I could barely open my mouth wide enough to get his dick in it. But when I manage to do it, he pushed his cock all the way in against my throat and made me gag.He said, “now, now, don’t be doing that. Open up your throat and take the whole thing inside your mouth and suck my fucking dick.” I did what he said and he held my head in place and slowly slid his dick all. “Turn around,” he growled, and I did so obediently, enjoying the pleasures of being dominated. I bent over to my knees and elbows, looking back at him and his huge, hard member. He bent down behind me and held on to my waist with one hand, and as he slid himself into me again, he let out a long, low moan, more like a grunt, that was like music to my ears. It was almost harmonious with Lana’s singing in the background, and it relaxed me, relieving the remaining tension in me. With both of his.