"You've been working out?" you asked him while walking further into the house. You playfully punch his arms as he lightly shoves you with a laugh. It'...s almost as if you never left the house with the horseplay coming back naturally. You can hear shuffling coming from one of the bedrooms down the hall, and you look around for your dad."He's out working right now if that's who you're looking for," Adam says pulling your luggage towards your old bedroom. You slightly nod at him and see Ethan come. A little fist of cold was forming in my stomach as I pulled over to her.At first she didn’t even register that I was there, then her face came up slowly to look at me. What I saw shocked me. It was like she was missing from herself – the vibrant smile and sarcasm was gone. There was just a shell of her standing there. Before I knew what I was doing I was out of the car and had my arm around her.“Leslie, what’s wrong? What happened?” At first she didn’t seem to hear me. Then, slowly, her. (That’s right: thickness. Not the length or the width, the thickness.) To say the very least, it’s even more different from lawn croquet than Pop Warner football is from the NFL.It had started when we spent Memorial Day with my parents. They had installed a croquet setup — which Mom and Kris played nude — and Kris was determined to have one of our own. So we do. And like my parents’, it’s bent grass. Kris even had to buy a special lawnmower used on golf greens to keep it appropriately. "I see you're dressed to please, Daddy. You've done well. I must reward you," I said as I pushed grease up her asshole. "There.. all nice and slippery," I grinned and worked the grease into her, then plunged my horny dick all the way in. "Ahhh... nice, tight ass for Daddy," I whispered. I moved it in and out of her for a while, occasionally reaching around to rub my fingers over her pussy and clit - which was nicely swollen, letting me know she enjoying her new life as my whore. I fucked her.