"I arrived home and found Tina was already waiting for me, which isunusual. She always left first in the morning and arrived last at night.Brainstormi...g at the agency lasted for hours, which made me glad to beat the mundane job I had."Hi, honey," I said as I entered the door."Hi sweetheart. Guess what? I went shopping for you," she said proudly."I just bought some new jeans last weekend," I responded."No silly, for the party."I had buried that thought as deeply as I could in the deepest. " She still is," said Cara. "Tasty, I mean, not a teenager." You know this for a fact, daughter of mine?"Cara's grin was pure mischief. "Not yet, Daddy." She went out, the tick-tock of her firm ass in her tight shorts mesmerising to her father, pointed bra-less breasts jiggling lightly under her t-shirt.Jack shook his head and went in search of his wife.Molly Credy was busy in the kitchen, preparing food for the journey the following day. They knew that the lodge would be completely supplied. I quickly pulled them up my slim legs, adjusted the end of the dildo so it pushed against my little clit, and cinched the straps nice and tight. I thought I saw movement, and I stared at my wife; the curve her lips twitched as she suppressed a smile."Hmm, what a pretty, and helpless woman I found," I said out loud. "It would be a shame if some perverted woman came along and molested her."Desiree continued her charade of sleep as I grasped the side of our sleeping bag, and peeled it gently to. There was just one fly in Barton's ointment, one that he could never completely put out of his mind, though almost no one knew of it and no one knew how much it preyed on him. Sexually, the great John Barton was a grade A wimp. Maybe that was what drove him to outcompete everyone who crossed him, to prove that he had more balls than everyone else. Because in fact, he had less. Much less. His tiny prick could hardly be seen in his pubic hair when it was soft. When it was "hard," it was barely.