Her body was even more amazing that I could have ever imagined. Her breasts were bigger than I had envisioned, but still well-proportioned with the r...st of her body. She had a small patch of well-groomed pubic hair at the top of pussy. I didn’t think it was possible but seeing her standing there in front of me made my cock even harder. I started to take my brief off when she stepped toward me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Allow me” as she put her hand on my stomach and slowly. It took me a little wrangling, but soon enough green letters were blinking "12:00 AM" and the VCR was ready to go. I fished the first tape out of the box, slotted it, and pressed down the weird pop-up top. The first tape turned out to be a copy of the Julia Roberts film, The Runaway Bride. At least it proved that the VCR did work. In fact it worked quite well. Not a lick of static or bad tracking. Maybe the old ones really were the best. The next tape was of old episodes of Friends, looked like. "No, no, no" he whispered to me. "I'm in charge here" Again, all could do is nod in approval and brace myself again against the door. With a long low growl his hard shaft pressed between my lips and deep inside my wet opening in one quick move. I had to turn my head against the door as the move shocked me. I was shaking from the hardness inside me as my juice continued to flow down my legs. He moved quickly and harshly inside me thrusting firmly as his jeans rubbed against my ass. The thrusts. ”I had to say it. “Sanity is so-o overrated.”“Keep your pants on.”Dad said, “I will have to show you my new hobby after supper.”“Dad,” I said, “it sounds like you’re trying to change the subject.”Sandy said, “He just doesn’t want to have to watch me kill you right in front of your family.”“Yes, dear.” We finished our meal, enjoying talking together.“Mister Norris, please take us to your new hobby.” Sandy was half in jest. I had to admit that I was interested, too. Dad picked new hobbies rarely.