I never grounded you for not shoveling the driveway, did I?”I shook my head. “No, I can’t say that you did,” I pointed out. “Billy got groun...ed for that?”“Twice,” he confided. “I’d generally find something to punish him for once a month and I’d ground him for it. Your mother gave me grief about it a few times, but none of us approved of what they did to you. Once it came out ... Well, if he hadn’t been standing with Linda, I might have let you boys scrap it out. The way he told you was designed. He just lay there frozen, with a concerned look in his eye. I begged him to spank my ass. He refused, and threatened to schedule an appointment with a psychiatrist first thing in the morning. I told him that if he did, I would strip in the psychiatrist’s office and invite the fucker to lick my big fat ass! He just looked at me like I had gone insane. “I proudly displayed my ass to John and slapped my cheeks, daring him to spank me. John just sat there in shock. Since he wouldn’t spank me, I. But in my case, I'll have a largegin and tonic."I hurried to comply with her suggestion. To my mind, the worst was overand I was already thinking of the long-term effects of my exposure. Whatwould she do? How would she behave towards me from now on? I couldn'timagine giving up indulging in my sexual fantasies."I need to get changed..." I said as I poured."No! I don't want you to change!" She said. "Have you ever been outdressed like that?" Like what? Like this, you mean!" No! I don't mean as. "Oh fuck yes! Suck that dick!" Dad groaned as I bobbed up and down on his flesh rod. I wrapped my right hand around his cock and worked it up and down as I slobbered on his dick. As if we were working in tandem our hands reached up rubbing dad's strong firm chest. I admired his raised pecks as I groped at his upper body. I was getting more excited by the moment while I sucked my dad's dick feverishly. I let out a moan as he bucks his hips pushing his dick down the back of my throat. I swallowed.