Noticing her panties not really covering her ass anymore, I decided to put them back in place and then some. "For that, you get a wedgie," I told her....A wedgie, what's a wedgie?" Crystal asked in earnest."I'll show you," I told her and taking my right hand, grabbed up the waistband of her panties and tugged them up her ass crack. Now guys have been known to tear underwear off another guy's ass in the most painful and sadistic manner as some twisted rite of passage, but that wasn't my aim. I. But not today. Today my mind kept wandering back to the last weekend. I noticed and tried to concentrate again. But I could nearly feel his tongue circling my nipple. Only when I tried to reread the last paragraph I realized that I could feel it. Really feel it. But it was my finger, idly circling my now hard nipple.Groaning I tossed the book aside. Lying down on the bed I closed my eyes. Slowly I let my hand run over my naked body. My skin felt soft to the touch, still wet were my long wet. I got t'have some of that.No way. Sorry. Forget it.Come on, that's prime nooky.Not a fucking chance, no sir.And that was how it started. I did some digging and some honest research for a change and found out that she was Melissa, and indeed the senior partner's one and only child, a nineteen-year-old graduate of a second level British college now working on a law degree.Some more digging and careful questions of well-placed informants convinced me that her Daddy was bonking her regularly; she. He does it because it feels good, but it’s more for her.And the thoughts and new heights of pleasure are not the only things changing in his life. Physical changes are happening as well. After stepping into the shower from yet another round with the glorious artifact, he stops washing midway, noticing something different. He practically jumps from the tub to look in the mirror to get a better look at himself. What he sees he can’t believe. It comes as such a shock that he has to run back into.