" She blew out the air she had sucked in in a huff. What am I not pretty enough? He doesn't even know me. The confusion and pain of rejection is clear...on her face because I immediately tried to explain myself. " It's really not you. You seem genuinely very nice. It's me. I have some very particular oddities that most women cannot stand even the thought of." What on earth could he mean? I continue on, " but that's no reason for us not to have a nice evening together and maybe even become friends. Paul had tried mailing him to Botswana once, but the mailman just shook his head and walked by. He wasn't going to get near a lumpy package like that. One theory we had was that Bobo was really our grandfather, but for the life of me I couldn't imagine any woman letting the man stick anything of his inside her, and neither of our parents resembled him very much. In fact, nobody resembled him, except Spongebob Squarepants, sorta. They were both yellow anyway, although our brother had jaundice. He knelt between my legs holding his shaft with one hand. With the other he removed the last dilator and slid in his organ. It went in so easily with no discomfort at all and only the unfamiliar sensation of something big and hard filling my rectum.Once he was fully in he said I could let go of my buttocks. He lay atop me and we kissed and said I love you to each other.Then I noticed something. His shaft was compressing my prostate and his subtle movements were stimulating it. I could feel it. That is until I put my hand between my legs and still felt dad's sticky juices seeping from the inside of my pussy. OH MY GOD! It DID happen! I'd let my dad fuck me! And, worst of all, I loved it! I'd never been so completely satisfied, so completely fucked in all my life. About this time my mother came into my room. She sat on the side of my bed, rested her hand on my thigh, and we began to talk. She stunned me with what she had to say, it began....."Last night was no fluke, we'd been planning.