Daddy was still standing there with a brain dead smile on his face. I sighed and took his hand and pulled him to the edge of the bed with me. “Daddy...! Pay attention! Casey has something very important to ask you.” His eyes cleared and focused. He looked at me first, and then Casey. “I actually have two things to ask you. The first thing is....can I call you Daddy too? And the second thing is....will you be my very first fuck?” Daddy smiled like he hit the teenage poontang lottery. “Oh. He slides his left hand along the topof the right one, moving slowly to the small wrist and up the forearmto he bicep - if you could call that tiny thing a muscle. It may becute but sure does not look very functional. He rests both hands on hisbreasts - one on each. He gently squeezes each and then jiggles them inunison. There is no doubt they are his for his reflex nerves twitchfrom the sensitive feelings he feels shooting through them. They arevery sensitive indeed. Looking in the mirror he. . I just don't think there ever was a'We'." And that big lecture about how we are each other?" I shot back,expressly put out by this off the cuff retreat."You helped me through so much. More than Gale, or even The Professor.This whole exercise is about giving you your Life back..." Your Life, Carl." The matter of fact tone floored me, even while aresidue of the old man appreciated her dilemma. "You've been living itso well for the past several months, and now you're getting married..." To a man. He noticed the cum on me and asked me if she was still the whore she was when she worked here. I said she sure is. About a half hour later he walked over to us and asked if my wife would like to do a private bachelor party in the big party room. I asked her did she want to do it she said yes. We both walked to the party room and I sat in the far back just their to make sure she was safe. The door opened and in walked the bachelor party 15 guys some young and looked like fathers of bride and.