I was cold, naked, and trapped in this claustrophobic position with the bed frame only an inch from my nose. Fighting down my dread I went rigidly sti...l and quiet when I heard the door open and Christina ask softly, "Yes, father?" I heard someone scream. And Amy isn't in her room." I'm here, father," Amy answered, the sound coming from the bed just above me. Her voice was high-pitched and whiny, as if playing the innocent young schoolgirl her parents must remember her as. "I had a nightmare and. Where to now, and mumble to the phone, "Yes, it may be."Whatever the heck that means!"What?" she looks at me."It may be too brief," I tell the phone.She nods, acknowledging that she understands the comment was not for her but for the phone — my wife. Her eyes stay on mine. The little frown still rumples her brow. I make a show of switching off the phone. She is an inch from me. "Sorry about that," I say."What?" she asks, looking at the phone, possibly wondering what I have to be sorry about. After Ihad done that, it got a lot easier.He didn't press me for sex after we left. He walked me to my car and sawme off. That dawn, when I was slowly undressing for my eager audienceand running a hot pink dildo over my satin covered pussy, I thoughtabout him and nearly orgasmed as I thought of myself on top of him,letting him take me on my bed.The different brain, hormones and other influences had completelychanged me. I didn't desire women as much as I once did, I wanted men alot more in that. "You need to be naked so I can be sure I've made you hard."I gave her a wry smile and a laugh. I quickly removed my clothes and she quickly put on the bra and panties. I took a moment to really look at her, and I saw that she had already put on a bit of makeup. She was just as pretty as her sisters, and she didn't need much. She had just enough to work with the flash. She ignored my scrutiny as she walked over and grabbed my cock. It wasn't fully hard, but it was stiff enough."I want you harder.