I hesitated before touching one of the stains, almost bringing it to my nose, but then tossed it and the rest into the washing machine.Later in the da..., I was relaxing in the living room while reading a magazine and sipping some iced tea when I heard a familiar voice in my head. I glanced around to see who had spoken, but quickly realized I had only imagined it. At first I ignored it and went back to my magazine.But the voice came back, and I recognized it this time. It was my father, and he. .. dig them in deep.... open me up... " I slid in my index finger and there was way too much room. Then my index and middle. I was sliding them in rythmically and she said, "more fingers" I hade three fingers plunged in her. I was grinding, three knuckles deep. She was lifting herself off the seat and fucking my hand. She started to cum. Her walls tightened around my fingers and I could hear her juices squirt. She didn't squirt, per se, but she did ooze from her pussy all the juices from her. The reason why was beyond me. I agreed, only because I was going to die alone in my apartment if I didn't. I got ready fast, putting on a dark blue dress, that went down to my mid thigh. It shimmered and sparkled in club lights, and I learned awhile back. It was tight, and hugged my curves. I was lucky to have curves when I had such a thin figure. I wore a thong, solely to show off my ass. I wasn't getting dressed up fancy for anyone but myself. I smiled as I looked over my body quickly in the. She played with my balls but avoided touching my cock. She leaned into it a little more and twisted my nipples. A sudden jolt of pain and pleasure surged through my body and allowed her to push another inch into my ass.“You’re doing great, John.’ She smiled at me a pulled it out. I looked at her, a little disappointed. I was getting used to the pressure of her cock in my anus. She only stopped to apply some more lube to her cock and a very liberal amount to my ass. She massaged it in with her.