***"Err, Michael, I want to talk to you." My father, err, John said."I don't know what exactly Jenny told you, but let me let you in on a couple of th...ings. First of all, Linda and I, even though we may not be your real parents, will love you all the same, and we will always be here for you. Even though I knew what to expect I guess I never could picture you as a, well, as a girl." He said cautiously, not knowing what to expect from me."I'm sorry, it's just so strange seeing you like this. All. I thought about my mom sucking him just like me. Then I thought aboutthis being the very same cock that penetrated my mom's pussy to make me.My attention was brought back to the blow job by my father's increasing excitement, hisundulating hips and gasping. He was trying to push his cock deeper into my mouth as hisclimax approached. I wanted to pay him back for the wonderful thrills he had brought to myyoung body, so I was ready to do anything he asked."Oh god, sweetie, jerk me off a little with. A bloodied, headless farmer greeted guests slumped over on top of his rusted-out tractor by the front gate. A slight breeze scattered dead leafs around as she pulled into the nearly empty dirt parking lot. Good, it wasn't going to be crowded like all the other ones; crowds tended to lessen the scare effect.The dirt parking lot was not very easy to walk on in high heels, but she managed to make it to the old, cracked sidewalk and up the worn porch stairs. There was an old mailbox with the word. Per the ritual, Katy embraced and kissed Jenni while Robin stood behind my Katy, lifted her skirt, and removed her panties. I guess that during the ritual, Robin’s hands joined Jenni’s at fingering my wife’s pleasure valley. Katy was wet enough that they enjoyed one more round, then another as they waited for their ride-share to a motel.The ride-share was not Uber like Katy thought, it was Gerta. Apparently a number of female drivers organized a local service going to and from Lyon-esss and a.