"Mike, do you want first crack?" Naw, she's your daughter, you do it." No!" and put my hands over my bottom. Daddy spanked me hard and my hands stung ...o much that I pulled them away. The next spank hit hard on my bottom and I cried out again. He soothed it and them pulled my skirt up for Uncle Mike to see."Damn, that's one fine ass." Uncle Mike hooted."Just wait," my Daddy told him. I looked up to Uncle Mike and he had the biggest erection. He was stoking it as it stuck out of his unzipped. ’ Even though I was already doing it, the thought of fucking him suddenly became an even better idea. Like I’d been enjoying one of the sundaes they make on special occasions and raised the bowl up to my lips to drink the melted ice cream and syrup mix at the bottom when another, bigger sundae appeared right under the first. I happily obliged the voice. ‘Oh God, I fucking love you, Susan,’ he cried out from under me. ‘Fuck, I love you so much, Troy,’ I responded, increasing my pace. Not only. I found her very attractive and I was pretty sure Ellie would too. Deb had explained that she had been with couples and just women and really enjoyed the experience, especially if the other woman was new to it. I told her I would contact her as soon as I could make the arrangements. About 2 weeks later, the time was right. My wife was going away for a weekend and Ellie had arranged a “girl’s night” with her husband. Ellie knew I had something planned but did not know what. She thought this. “Completely true. On some ... entirely subconscious, clairvoyant or psychic level or something, some kind of ESP, told us to turn back. I’m so fucking glad that we did. Part of me wishes that we had never left, since Mom and Dad might still be alive, but we don’t know if that’s even true.“They liked their little late drives, too, especially with the advent of more fuel-efficient cars. And we would never have met Margie here ... or should we still call you ‘Aunt Margie’? I think that we should..