”“Why? Am I ugly?”“Of course not, Lynne.”“Then why won’t you look at me?”“Because you’re naked. I’m your father.”“Why does... that matter?” Lynne walked to the other side of the coffee table in front of the couch and said, “Look at me, Daddy.”Ron snapped his eyes to his daughter’s face, doing his best to ignore her nubile teen body, so blatantly on display. “Lynne – please – just put on some clothes.”Christine could see her niece’s eyes locked on the bulge in Ron’s pants, undeniable evidence. No, years of no sex I had to come down off the high before I could clean it up.Later that night, after Bridgette got home. Things returned to normal. We crossed paths occasionally, but never with one of us in the shower. Bridgette continued to wear loose, comfortable clothing, but I supposed that one afternoon had satisfied whatever latent incestual fantasies I had deep down.It was a Thursday night, movie night for us together. With Halloween being the following week, Bridgette had chosen. He pulled all the wax off the tender cock. Nick groaned from the pain, but felt a certain relief. The men untied the boy and removed the toy from his ass which came out quickly making a loud, popping sound. Nick’s cock still was hard. Paul pushed the boy onto the floor. He removed his leather shorts, revealing his own large, thick, black tool. He lifted Nick’s legs over his head and pushed his own cock into Nick’s well-worked hole. Paul then removed his cock and f***ed the boy to turn over on. Vandana managed a muffled “wait, what about the cook”, to which I said “she’s gone”, even as I was staring into Shanti’s eyes who now stood in the kitchen doorway. I put a finger to my lips for her, and then lifted Vandana’s skirt and ripped off her panties as I fell on my knees and started noisily licking her wet cunt. Vandana as usual began to moan without abandon, and said “Fuck me fast you bastard, this is dessert before dinner!” And she now thrust herself back at me, reaching behind her to.