My hubby departed. He realized that Ayesha was still not willing wholeheartedly. He said, “What is stopping you honey?”“Actually dad, I don’t ...now but I feel a little bit guilty.”“And what is the guilt for?”“It’s because you’re my daddy”“Oh come on Ayesha don’t consider me your dad. Consider me a man. Don’t you like me as a man?”“Yeah, dad I do.”“Then just throw your shyness away.”“Yeah but…”“Ok let me give you an example. Have you heard about Plato, the famous thinker?”“Yeah, daddy I have read. U lie very still & let me move at my own pace as i slowly lower myself further & i feel your girthy glans stretch my sphincter wider & wider & further & further inwarduntil the fat head of your cock finally pops securely in2 my ass & i let out a long shuddering moan as my anal ring snaps down tight around the pulsing shaft of your cock...as u hold my hips 2 help me balance i slowly start 2 slide downward on2 u& i love the delightfully exquisite torture as your thickness stretches me wide & deep. They walked into the living room carrying my water and a beer bottle for each of them. I was laying with my back on the seat portion of the couch with my legs spread out in front of me, my head resting against the back of the couch. The too guys, whose name tags read Blake and Bradley walked around in front of me. Blake was probably six foot seven, tall and lean with a handsome look. He appeared to be in his early twenties, while Bradley appeared to be in his mid thirties, Bradley was maybe. She looked down and was mortified by the sight of her own smooth-skinned girl-slit, but was very curious as well. She reached down and touched the smooth skin, finding it free of any stubble and smooth as a baby's bottom. She wanted to touch the girl in the mirror, kiss her, hug her, lick her in her most private places and taste the sweet juices between her long shapely thighs. Without any conscious awareness of what she was doing, Jenny slid her hands over her body, caressing her lovely.