“Well, then, tell Phil how much you like his cock,” Jack insisted as his heated length dangled in front of her.Steph pumped him in her fist and, l...oking up at him, said, “Your cock is so hot, Phil.”Honestly, it felt a little forced to talk like that. Like it was an out-of-body experience and someone else was in her place. But for whatever reason, she was willing to try. And, once the words came out, awkward as it felt, she was actually turned on by it. Jack’s fingers slid to the back of her. Mom grabbed a handful of my solid cock at the base and held it up to the side of her face; it was longer than her head. This was the same cock that she had given birth to! "Holy shit, John. This cock is fucking huge." She said aloud, making certain Dad heard that.Mom smiled while gazing at my cock pushing me back on the bed so that she could crawl up and sit on her knees; she arched her back and a smile took over her face as she started to tease my cock and balls with the warm breath from her. "What's wrong?" I asked softly.Sasha made her way over to me, her amber eyes full of emotion, so pretty. She eased her thick dark-burgundy hair behind one ear and, turning, sat sideways in my lap, leaning in against me. My free arm found her waist. She felt wonderful, the scent of pears and lemons battling with the aroma of her hair, a light floral bouquet."What's the matter?" I asked again."Nothing. Would you dance with me, Dad?" Dance with one of my favorite daughters in the world?. I dressed a little more conservatively. I wore a knee length black leather skirt, with matching leather high top boots and a black cotton jacket over a plain lemon yellow blouse. I knew I was a slut, but I didn't have to look like it all the time!My first shock was, that there was a joining fee, £75 no less. Carol didn't mention this, the cow! I paid up, hoping I'd get my money's worth. I went inside to a dimly lit series of rooms and bars on two floors. The lower floor was even gloomier.