My boys decided tossing the ball around with Dad was a cool after-dinner activity. I loved it. I got spend quality time just hanging with my boys and ...aving fun with them.A couple weeks after “ball time” started I came out after doing the evening dishes and found Noah and Connor engaged in a heated, through friendly argument.“It’s a dumb story,” Connor insisted. “It can’t be true!”“It’s what Brody said happened,” Noah countered. My son spotted me coming out the back door. “We should ask. But not for long - another kid moved into the space just vacated and buried his cock into Denise. All in all I watched seven teenaged friends of my daughter fuck Denise before the scene faded to black again.I hit the stop button and went out to the kitchen to get myself another beer. Back in front of the TV I hit the play button and sat back to see what the unfaithful slut I'd married had in store for me next. After several moments of blue screen a picture appeared and again it was Denise and. I jumped up and walked quickly to the door, pulling it open.I was surprised there was nobody there. Wait – I looked down and was shocked beyond speech. There was Marta, kneeling in front of my door, stark naked, with a blindfold over her eyes, a ball gag in her mouth, her arms apparently bound behind her, her ankles locked together, her knees spread, with a long dildo stretching from her vagina to the floor, and I heard an oscillating buzzing noise. She was trembling and breathing hard.It was. "Yes, but..." John stared, but the stylist interrupted."... but you don't want to wear something as form fitting as yourfriends, right?" Yeah..." John was surprised. "How did you know."The stylist smiled. "I was small when I was your age, too. I don't wantto make you uncomfortable, but I was an 'A' cup till I was nearlytwenty. Even now, I'm only a 'B.' I would have been very self consciousin a dress like those. Here. Try this on. I think it'll be perfect onyou." Here she is," the stylist.