I park the car and waddle up the sidewalk, already close to leaking. My bladder is full to burst, and I have to pee so badly that it kills. I unlock t...e door quickly and hurry inside before the neighbors can see me. They're just the type to call my parents and tattle on me. I'm not even sure I can make it up the stairs and to my private bathroom. With each step up the stairs, a little bit of pee escapes and makes a tiny spot on my underwear. I roll up my skirt back to my preferred length. How. I didn't know how to tell you. Oh, mmmm. Oh Daddy, I love you so much."He got up from his knees, and Becky stood upright. She turned to her Daddy, and their eyes locked. Becky reached with both hands, to the bottom hem of her top, and pulled it up over head, exposing her big tits. Standing before her Daddy, wearing only socks and sneakers."Daddy, take me. Please Daddy? I've wanted this for so long. Make me a woman. Make me your woman. Please, Daddy?" Becky, I've felt the same way, for some time. Her body no longer limply jerks and quivers from the action of the dildos but is again tensing and she seems to be trying to ride the shafts penetrating her primary openings. I feel a wondrous kinship with her as my own body begins again to respond to the things being done to it. The pain diminishes and is replaced by sexual arousal. It is different this time and isn't centered in my groin but is deep in the core of my very being. I yearn to be able to move and to suck the intruders deeper. . good morning, ma'am," he stammered, his cool gone for the first time in almost twenty years on the job. "I'm your new m-m-meter man."The woman smiled a bright welcome as she swung the screen door open to admit the shaken man. "Good morning. Please come in. You look like you could use a cup of coffee, am I right?"Nick couldn't believe his ears. Sure, he'd heard the old jokes about the milk man, the delivery man or the meter man being greeted at the door by a beautiful, half-dressed, horny.