He grabbed his bag and went up stairs.I made coffee and waited but Sam did not come back down, so I called up to him asking if he was ok, but he did n...t answer. I went up the toilet door open but Sam was not in there I opened the bedroom door lying on the bed dressed in a short skirt with ankle socks and blue sheer shirt he had make-up on and a long brunette wig, under the skirt I noticed pale blue lace panties and a blue bra. I was stunned at seeing Sam dressed like a girl on my bed, Sam got. Lingering under the spray they soaped and stroked one another, discovering again the pleasures of their hands upon each others curvaceous shapes, of the luxury of having their hair washed by their lover’s hands, of toweling one another into dryness, of anointing one another with soothing lotions, of drying combing and brushing each other’s tresses into long shinning cascades of fragrant hair, of tending nails, and choosing the most subtle and erotic perfumes for ears, neck, bosom, and loins. . “You know,” he mused, “You remind me of my Sunday school teacher when I was twelve years old.”“Because I’m old? Old fashioned?” She was upset. Was her true character so easily perceived?“No, of course not, I was in love with that Sunday school teacher. Why do you think I noticed you?”“I wondered about that.” He didn’t answer; he was already asleep.*When she woke the sun was low in the sky and it was cooler in the room. Rory was in the shower. He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.. Oops did I forget to say in-law?” I cheekily whispered over my shoulder while beckoning dad over with my index finger and lust filled eyes.Dad grabbed me by my hips with his big strong hands and started rubbing his hard-wet throbbing cockhead between my bubble butt asscrack leaving behind his thick wet pre-cum and my thick squirt juices all over my crack and tight sphincter.“That pretty little slut mouth of yours is writing checks I'm going to make your tight asshole cash slut. If you want to.