As far as I knew, Mark was the only man she had ever been with. But, I was about to be told a revelation that would be just the first one that day. Be...ng curious, and knowing she was at a point where she wanted to tell, I asked who the father really was then. She paused for a moment, and then said that she wouldn’t have said anything, but what I was doing to her pussy felt just like her daughter’s father did. Then she hit me with it…Mark was not the father, but MY father was the actual. But I know that you've reallynot even begun to learn yet. "You can wear your panties and brato bed, along with this," I say, handing you a plain white nylonnightie. You put it on, and I laugh to myself at the shock thatawaits you in just a minute or two. I lead you to the dresser,and sit you down, and when you see yourself in the mirror, yousay without thinking, "My eyebrows are gone!" I rock you off thebench with a hard blow to your head, further disorienting you."How dare you speak without. Little rivulets of the cocktail of his semen and her juices began to seep out. Roger withdrew, kneeled between her legs, and spread her pussy lips. I came over to her side, and we both marveled at the absolute mess he’d made of her pussy. My wife took this in extremely good nature...or she was just too exhausted to protest... But after a minute or two, Kristal, getting up, said, “l need to run to the bathroom and empty out.” I guided her right back down and said, “hell no, I want my full sloppy. Yet, although my greatest fear should have been that she had actually left, I refused to believe that. “How had I allowed myself get into this position?” I asked myself, but I already knew the answer. She was irresistible, and I trusted her. Really, what had led me here? And, just how did it all start? ~ ~ ~ Nearly a year ago, I had seen a photo she had posted of her full breasts, and prominent nipples proudly displayed on a website. It was one of those sites that allow guys to show off.