Thinking on my feet I replied that he must have gone out early even though I knew that he had not come home. Thinking about it if he’d had probably ...othing would have happened. She looked at me puzzled but didn’t say anything. I got myself some breakfast and sat down. She looked so miserable that I slid my chair next to hers and put my arm round her shoulder. She sighed and leant against me. Her hair was damp and she smelled fresh so I knew that she’d had a shower and, silently, I prayed that. She started to press further in then began to pull. She repeated the motion until her knuckles were deep in me. He knotted me. I am his bitch.I cried and moaned in pleasure. Her hand pressed into me then pulled as my anus followed her knuckles. I imagined Spitz picking up the pace as she did the same with her hand. I dripped with anticipation and then began to seize. Pleasure built up and my legs began to quiver. I screamed as climax took over my body. He is filling me. She pushed harder and. I thumbed through it and ran across a president's chart in the back. It ended with Ronald Reagan. No wonder our kids were stupid. The book, while in good condition, was over 25 years old. The book's copyright said 1982.An adult woman came into the room, followed by the girl who ran out and another man."He doesn't know who he is!" the boy said."Are you okay?" the woman asked, looking into my eyes."Are you a nurse?" I asked because of the way she observed me."What happened?" the man asked."It. "Dad, would you let me show you?" I asked. "Would you let me give you a blowjob?" I looked into my father's eyes and hoped that he'd say, "yes"."OK, Chad, I'll let you show me what it's like to have another guy touch my dick and take it in his mouth," my father replied. He seemed very open to the possibility of letting me be sexually intimate with him. I had no illusions. My father wasn't gay. He hadn't shared anything that made me even feel he might be bisexual, but that might be about to.