I banged out a 2km swim and felt great for making the effort.I jumped out of the pool and started drying off. Usually, I just towel down and throw sh...rts over my speedos and go home. Little bit of a wet bum but it dries out pretty quickly. I’ve only used the showers/locker room once when I had a meeting after my swim and needed a shower.There I was drying off and I noticed out the corner of my eye one of the lifeguards and a fellow swimming going into the locker rooms. The lifeguard was in. I never had a dad around, or any guy that Mom brought home that I wanted to call 'Dad'.It's funny how certain situations make me think about our life together, me and Alan, and about my own life and why I am the way I am. I've thought about the 'dad' thing and I can see where a psychiatrist might say that has something to do with me being so unbelievably attracted to Alan. A pseudo-father figure, perhaps. The first time I put that train of thought together, it bothered me, but you know what? If. Before I could catch my breath, I was pulled to the next man, to repeat the same process. As Vic drove, I sucked each of these three men, at least twice. When they were completely spent and satisfied with my oral skills, Vic pulled the van and I serviced his very huge massive black cock.After he was done, I was allowed to rest on the floor of the van.I awoke when the van stopped.Vic pulled my leash and led me out from the van, again crawling. The place was a king of large garden, with several. Cheryl grabbed her daughter’s head and held it to her chest. Watching Christine squeeze and suck on her mother’s big tits just about drove me crazy and it was doing the same for them. Cheryl pulled Christine up to her and kissed her hard, reaching for her tits at the same time. As they were kissing and squeezing each other’s big, soft tits, I rose up on my knees and reached between Christine’s legs. I finger-fucked them both hard and fast while watching them make out. The sight of that.