"You done with that?" Nancy asked as she reached for my plate."Yeah, just not hungry." I answered back mindlessly.I watched my wife as she cleared the...table. She seemed to move so slowly these days, never really smiling. Her eyes seemed so blank, without a trace of joy. The cancer had taken a lot out of her. She bore little resemblance to the woman I fell in love with just over 25 years ago. In fact, I barely recognized her these days.I sat at the table silently for a few more minutes before. They'd always loved each other. Now they loved, and were sharing lovemaking, with their stepmother. Gretchen was happy for them. Anything that pleased Master was sure to bring joy to her. The dinner was fun. Everyone was relaxed. The glow of sex from yesterday had still not worn off. In fact, so much sex had been occurring recently that everyone was beginning to think their lives had entered a sort of golden age of lovemaking. Sylvia's dinner was a hit and at the end, as they were finishing. And I love this fantasy of you being my actual daughter. It is actually an easy fantasy to fulfill because I love you as much as if I had fucked you into your mother’s belly myself, maybe even more.”“Well, I love you more than I loved my real daddy, that’s for sure. Of course, that really isn’t a very good measure. I love you as much as any little girl has every loved her real daddy, and I love you extra ‘cause you let me enjoy your cock. It’s your turn to choose, Daddy. You want me to suck you. Main apne mommo k sehlane lagi jis se meri chut mein khujli machne lagi to main apni jeans k andar hath daal k apni panty k upar se chut k daane ko masalne lagi. Itna mazaa aa raha tha k main apni aankhein band kar k madhosh ho gayi.Main tharakpan mein itni madhosh ho chuki thi k mujhe laga k kuch mardana haath mere mommo ko masal rahe hain. Mujhe aur mazaa aane laga par tabhi mujhe kisi k aahein bharne ki awaaz ayi. Maine apni aankhein kholi to sachmuch mein wahi teen ladke meri kursi k pas.