Don't tell me that."He squeezed his fingers on my knee. "Honey... Jessie... please don't cry..."I sniffed and wiped my nose. "Are you mad?" I asked.I ...closed my eyes and waited for the worst.After what seemed an eternal pause, he whispered no, he wasn't mad.I took a deep breath, and then asked if he still loved me."Yes," he whispered, rubbing my knee. "Very much."My voice cracked and stuttered, when I said, "D-dad... you d-don't have to answer... b-but I want to know... I want to know, if... if. Out of sight out of mind I thought. My husband looked at me wondering if I was going to say our code word to put a stop to it all but I didn’t. There other rule was no oral sex, which was fine with me. They felt that was way too intimate except with each other. To my surprise, we didn’t rush up to the bedroom but continued to sit by the fir and talk. Des and Imelda did begin to display some public affection for each other but nothing too steamy. I was embarrassed to do the same with my husband. I thought I scared you off being so forward. No, I said. I was waiting for my mother to go to bed. Oh good, he said. I was wondering why you didn't undress like usual. I said, can you come over in an hour. Sure, he said. I closed the curtains just in case others were watching and stripped. I started to worry about what if mother woke up. I nearly talked my self out of it when he knocked on the door. I was nervous and excited. I slowly opened the door to see who it was. Opening the door, he. The vision of this I find incredibly erotic, his arse spread so wide, tightly gripping the soft shaft. He shudders with every tiny movement as I push it inch by inch into his arse, crying out with pleasure as I begin twisting it, turning it in full circles. I can hear him grunting into the mattress as he takes more and more of the toy and with a final push I see that the entire shaft is now buried deep in his arse. Shuffling beneath him I settle my mouth around his dripping cock head, his.