And you are so tight….” He just held on to my hips and kept me motionless for a while just enjoying the feel of his little princess’s cunt wrapp...ed tightly around his erection. Dad kept on mumbling something or the other, which neither of us now recollects, but both were amazed and immensely grateful to find our relationship consummated.My first ‘ride’: With my dad’s penis now deep inside my dripping cunt, I straightened myself and started bouncing up and down his cock, holding my hair up with. Dad really is there and can talk with us while we’re having sex.”Daphne looked down.“I know, I know, it’s totally impossible. Freaky wacko stuff. But ... it’s true ... You find some guy and tell him you have a fetish that you pretend you’re talking to your dad during sex, maybe use Fetlife ... And you really can talk with Dad. And in fact with mom and the grandparents too ... He can talk with them and relay stuff.Daphne said, “I spent a year in therapy about hearing Dad’s voice. Nothing she. Kisses as sweet as the best vintage wine delighted my senses, and my wandering hands felt a gossamer light dress, under which a delightfully firm body thrust itself closer to mine. Her perfume seemed unique, slightly sharp, slightly musky, and with a sensual undertone. It filled my head, and thrilled me beyond reason. Cool hands grasped my cock, and drew slim fingers along my hardening length, the hands continuing to play, sometimes slipping lower to grasp and squeeze my balls. A sharp. " He handed the phone back to Rick, who was looking at him oddly."Okay," said Bob. "I'll take it." Well, that's right nice," said Rick carefully. "Now, about the financing..." Can I just write you a check?" asked Bob, pulling out his brand new checkbook."For thirty some-odd thousand dollars?" asked Rick. For the first time he got the feeling he was missing something important here, and that it was quite possible he wasn't going to be happy when he found out about it. If this guy was an escapee.