As for me, well, I had a rather nice collection of vibrating little friends which I kept very well hidden. I was now twenty-five, childless and unlove... you could say. Yes, I had opportunities with several suitable gentlemen but I never strayed even once I must admit though, that it very nearly did happen. Sometimes late at night, I could hear my husband clearly wanking. What was wrong with my opening? I began to have concerns, what was Peter fantasising about?There was a problem with my bedroom. As we kissed, he pushed me back so I was lying, like Mom before me, on the dining room table. Instinctively, I spread my white stockinged legs just like I had seen her do so many times before, as I watched Dad strip naked before me, his cock already semi-hard and showing that I had managed to look enough like Mom to please him."OK, son," he said, "You know how your mother likes to make a sticky creampie, so let's get some ready."He positioned himself between my spread smooth legs and rubbed his. George couldn’t get enough of her touching her everywhere soaping her down continually and forcing the soap up her cunt and in her ass. The soap was shaped for just this purpose it appeared. This went on for sometime until it was evident that Cindi was enjoying it too much and George was not going to be the one to give her the first corporate orgasm. That was his Masters pleasure and that wouldn’t happen until later. It was only his job to prepare her for this event.From the shower Cindi was. Finally he spoke. "I'm not sure who I am. At least now." Now?" Trixie sounded confused. George's statement was kind of unusual. "Let's start with who you are. Do you have a purse?"George didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I don't know!" he finally wailed, surprising himself as the tears began to flow again."Did you get mugged or something?" Trixie asked softly. "I think I better call a doctor." George shook his head violently, protesting. If he couldn't tell Trixie, what would happen when he.