I manage to breathe around it and allow him to drain his muck into my neck before he withdraws and with a solid cock slap across my face he steps back...into the shadows..with just a few seconds empty , my mouth then feels cock 2 touching my lips..i say to him to empty deep inside my throat which he declines at saying its going in my ass along with no 3's dose..its perfect lube for the BBCs to come after wards he says with a voice of reason i cant disagree with.. all this time cock no 3 has been. I have so much going on right now." I fibbed, knowing damn well he wouldn't believe me. The pain in Daddy's eyes matched my own, and for the first time, I saw how much I was hurting him. I decided then and there that I would seek professional help. The very next day I made an appointment to start therapy to address the sudden body dysmorphia I was experiencing.A few weeks later... It had been a draining work week and I wholeheartedly blame that for my agreement to go out for drinks with my. Okay now THAT hint I got! I sat up straight and started the truck. I knew just where we could go. I drove us back to my folks place. After I graduated high school, Dad had built me an apartment over the detached garage. I had my own entrance and my own key. I pulled the truck into my parking spot right next to the covered stairs to my apartment. "You have your own place now?" she asked, gleefully."Yeah, Dad and Mom had it built for me as sort of a graduation present. Dad said now that I was an. "Are you ok about it?" "Well, yes, love, I guess so. It's just that I would never have thought..." My voice tailed off. "There's nothing wrong with it," she said defensively. "We know what we're doing. We like it." "Yes, love." I didn't know what to say. There were a thousand questions racing through my head. "In your bum?" I found myself asking, stupidly. "In my bum. He prefers it. And I like it." "That's nice..." My head was still spinning, but I found that my cock was hard. Very hard..