“See me do what?”“I don’t know. Dance?”I laughed again. But I was also flattered. “Me? Up on stage? I don’t think so. Besides, it’s a ...ong drive.”“So? I’d come. You give me a lapdance?”I was tittering now. It all seemed so absurd, at this fragile moment. Frank, obviously, had been to more than a few gay bars.“Honey,” I said—dared, “I’d rather you fuck me.”“We can do that too,” he smiled. In fact, we just had. Frank let the “honey” remark pass. He seemed—for that brief illusory moment—to be. I turned to face him, still conscious of remaining silent outside the door, ‘Daddy what just happened’, I reached up and whispered into his ear? ‘We made love darling’, he replied as if it was a very normal act between a father and daughter, 25 minutes ago, I was a virginal girl, still dreaming of princes and fairytale weddings, now I was standing with my fathers semen dripping from my vagina, I just had sex, and the weirdness of it all, I seemed not to care, or feel violated, so I turned back. "Yes, he has a wonderful mouth and sucks me off often," I replied. "Do you suck him?" I nodded my head yes and smiled at Stan. Stan encouraged his guests to open their pants and pull out their cocks. All three of them were hard and very well made. At this point in my performance, the room was silent. Everyone could hear the wet sound of my hand moving up and down my shaft. "Do you let Stan cum in your mouth?" "I always let Stan finish in my mouth and I swallow everything he gives me." As I. Tell me, did your mother nurse you from her nipples? Did she feed you her breast milk?” Susan was now feeling more and more heat between her legs, enough to cause her to uncross her legs. She spread them slightly apart just enough to show him a hint of her nakedness beneath her skirt. As her fingers slipped open another button her eyes fixed on his crotch and the obviously growing lump hidden inside. “Uh, well, Susan, Mom couldn‘t breast feed me,” Brad gasped.