I was amazed that it felt good. It felt wickedly naughty, but I liked it. I thought to myself, ‘this is wrong… I shouldn’t be enjoying this,’ ...ut I was. “David, he asked me if that felt good. I was too embarrassed to answer him at first, but he insisted. He made me tell him that I liked it .When I admitted that I did, Tom grabbed my half eaten yogurt container I brought into the meeting and stuck his thumb into it. He then returned his right thumb, which was coated with yogurt, to my anus and. Even in the shadowed light I could see well enough up the very short skirt to my daughters white lace panties. For some strange reason the sight caught my eye and I froze, looking at the darkness of her privates beneath the skimpy undergarment. Blame it on the diary - how she had explained that she had tried showing me her body previously, testing to see if I could be controlled like her brother and father. Yes, I thought of that as I starred at my daughters crotch.Something broke the spell -. It was Don, he sounded strangely wooden and asked me to come down to his office. I was suddenly panicking. My fears were confirmed when Don asked me to close the door behind me aod sit down. The brand-new TV-VCR combo was already on. He held a tape, without saying a word, he shook his head and popped it in. The job I had been working on was on the TV screen. He hit re-wind and all of my nasty little downloads began streaking past. I could feel my ears turning red. My face was cool and clammy.. Suddenly, with no warning, I eased myself up the length of Marty’s body until our rigid cocks were pressed against each other; mine seemingly like a dwarf next to his mountain of manhood. Marty’s eyes revealed that he too had long ago crossed the barrier of self restraint as I feathered his lips with a soft kiss before plunging my hot and wild tongue deep into his mouth. When we unlocked our lips, I heard the faint whimper as Marty mouthed, “Jeff? Would you suck my dick? Please? I really.