Maybe. I’m talking about what’s going on back there, right now.”I was stunned. If he’d have pulled a gun, I wouldn’t have been surprised, bu...t this just about made me incapable of reacting.“I don’t know,” I rasped.“You have more information than I do,” he said. “You live with them. Something happened and they’re all riled up.” He looked over at me again. “And it isn’t that you creamed your shorts while my wife rubbed her tits all over you.”He didn’t actually sound angry, though his words could. She was bald and singing badly and I loved her!The water was falling like rain from the top showerhead and the spray from each side was landing on skin that had some of the most beautiful tattoos I had ever seen. The flowery vines grew up from her ass crack and swirled across her entire back and up over her shoulder. I supposed that from there they must then go over her shoulders and across the top of her breasts. Part of the vine went up the back of her neck and formed a flowered tiara on her. Then I want to kneel down and press my cunt down on to your hungry face. Look up at me in all my naked glory as I force the last dregs down your throat. I want to smear my cum filled pussy all over your face. I want you to smell my musky trimmed bush all matted with their cum and your saliva. And then I want you to finish me off. I want to feel your lips on my clit. I want to feel you roll it between them. Suckle on it gently until I clamp my thighs around your head and tremble with my last. My life has changed in extraordinary fashion.The result that I find most surprising is how full of sex these diary pages are. I have gone from having solo sex one to three times a week to having frequent sex with one, sometimes two, partners. I have gone from having seen Dad’s penis once – and very poorly at that – to seeing it nearly every day. I get to see it flaccid and I get to see it in all of its purple-headed majesty and every state between. I’ve even gotten to see it moving in and out.