"What are you doing tonight?" she asked me after we greeted each other."I'm having dinner with Jason and my father." Jason? Did the two of you kiss an...d makeup?" Uh-huh." I quickly explained what happened, omitting our bedroom antics and the fact that my father caught us. "What about you? What did you have planned tonight?" I asked after I finished my explanation.She groaned. "Nothing. I'd hoped we could do nothing together."Why not? I asked myself. With my father tagging along, it was already a. I still hadn’t seen her asshole properly due to the vanilla nature of our sexual relationship, but I was struggling to wait any longer. I wanted to see her anus so badly. To even just look at it. Observe it. Smell it. And finally of course to inspect it, with all the bodily tools available to me. Yes, the thought of Natalie’s ass spread open like that, her asshole on view, and of what she would be thinking and saying at the same time, was such a thrilling prospect to me that I simply couldn’t. I don’t project the faults of your father on you.”“You know, before Grandfather said something, I might have bought that. You are doing just that, and he also said that you probably already poisoned what little bit of relationship you had left with your older children.”“You have no clue what you are talking about.”“Let’s see, I’ve explained how our relationship is set up. The reason that you’re giving that it can’t be true is because that’s not how you would do it is bullshit. You have been. His head bent, his lips touching my nipples in turn, first gently and then more firmly, even urgently, searching for the milk that my breasts would someday produce.I gripped the tool that had created me. Slowly, politely, I pulled away from Daddy's mouth, allowing me to twist and turn to put my own mouth around his glorious appendage. My mouth engulfed him deeply, to the point where his crown hit the back of my throat. And as I had learned in various and sundry movie theaters, basements and the.