"Put it in all the way and just hold it there," as she continues to flex and relax. My right hand is resting on her mound and slowly rubbing her littl... 'love button.' I'm thinking there's really no way I can get Jen to do this muscle contraction thing. The first thing she'd wonder is where I got the idea. About then, the home phone rang and I leaned over to pick it up."Hi, Ben. How's it going?" Good, Mom, just great." Lori's not being a pest, I hope." Far from it, she's an angel," I said as she. I held her and got my hand under her skirt and eased down her panties revealing that hairless pussy, she screamed but the place is soundproof so it never worried me, "All that talk of fucking that was me little girl." I said, "You feel my big fat cock." What?" she said, "No John!" she started to cry, making her dark eye shadow run."No, just you and me, so get your knickers off OK?" I demanded.She looked for a way out, there wasn't any, "No please." she said pleading like a puppy dog."Or I'll. Unfortunately one of my arms (pinned behind my back remember) hadhit the back of one of the chairs and caused a very bloody compoundfracture. What lifted the volume and pitch of the screams was the sightof part of my humerus bone sticking out of the leather binding round theupper part of my arm with blood seeping out.With indescribable pain I struggled to my feet and started to run towardsthe van man with such urgency he decided to get involved."Come with me girl, I'll take you to hospital,". I blushed, embarrassed at having been caught looking at his filthy magazine.Dad stared at me smiling. "So, Cathy, do you like to see Daddy's magazine?"I turned around to leave, saying, "Sorry, Dad." But he held me and forced me to lie down on the bed. I lay on my stomach and Dad quickly lay on top of me, pushing up my skirt to fit his bulge between my buttocks."It's okay, Cathy. I'm happy you like to see the magazine. Come let me show you some more photos. I'm sure you'll find them very nice,".