He thought his dad seemed to get better with age. He remembered thetimes swimming with his dad and how he always wanted to be close to him inthe water...to admire his broad shoulders, his beefy pecs, his flat belly,his trim waistline, and even his father's seductive nipples.As the young man got ready to unbutton the last button of his dad's shirt,he briefly recalled the night just a few years back when a couple offriends were spending the night. They got too loud in his bedroom, and hisdad. A soft cooingsound but with urgency was coming from a small shed. The father collected license plates and they were all over the building. The door was ajar, thinking it was a small animal that was injured a stealthy approach wasbest I thought. Through the door where he fashioned his plates there was a figure laid back on the bench.It was his daughter Julee and she had something in her hand. It was a cob of corn. My mind raced back through all of the smut books I read, Oh my God this is real.. I’m not superstitious or nothin’, but since it was with all that other weird stuff, it seems more… like it was, y’know, important, or significant or somethin’. Had it hanging there from my rear-view mirror, right up ‘till the funeral. Kiiinda don’t wanna risk Mom randomly recognizing it now and really flipping out on me. So, I want you to have it.”“Are you sure?” Emily asked. “You’re not gonna… put it back where you found it?”“Too late for that,” Samantha snorted. “She sure as hell went through. The Master opened the trunk of the Sub and made ??me get into a metal cage for dogs,Mistress tied the leash insideof the cage and exclaimed oh! I forgot one thing he turned back, took a big plug with tail and I put it inside the anus, took my head in his handsand how to give me a kiss and my mouth and spit in the face repeatedly.She smilingly closed the cage with a lock and the trunk with force, so that the blast I covered his ears.The Master opened the garage door, turned on the car brought.