Both were good looking and sexy. I watched as they got comfortable and turned on the porn and kissed and rubbed each other. He had her blouse up sucki...g a nipple and his hand up her skirt, no undies. She was stroking his cock, a nice thick one, not quite as long as the one I had just sucked. They were whispering to each other when she said "you might as well come over here and get a closer look". I almost died as she turned and looked me right in the eye through the hole in the wall. I did not. I can have all the orgasms I want by myself. Those orgasms may not be as strong as you say yours are, but I like them, and I don't need a man shoving his thing up me to get off. And before you say anything else, I know all men aren't like the ones who our father whored me out to, but I also know that a dick is a dick. Some are larger than others; some are harder than others, some are uglier than others, but if I ever need anything other than the vibrator you gave me – I can just buy a dildo on. * * * ‘Hello? Rob? Are you there?’ I stood staring at the telephone with the refrigerator door open. The answering machine had it picked up. ‘Rob, this is Irene.’ She paused. She wasn’t expecting me to answer, just composing her words. ‘I wanted to talk about this afternoon. Maybe you don’t want to talk about it, and I certainly wouldn’t blame you.’ She paused again. ‘I shouldn’t have said what I did. It wasn’t your fault and it certainly wasn’t true.’ ‘No,’ I muttered. ‘It wasn’t.’ The line. The look of pure bliss reminded me of how Amy regarded my dick with almost cult-like reverence, a sacred phallus indeed. Even now, my daughter was eager to get her hands ... and other parts of her, on my throbbing prick.I could hardly wait for it myself, as much as I reveled in my good lady wife and her sloppy cunt (not to mention her smooth, pale, freckled buttocks, much like Amy’s, in fact). The traces of Roger’s leavings were still present, but that had never bothered me since she and I.