Of course back then they didn’t have any tits but then again that was the whole idea of letting me watch them develop.My wife not only organized ‘...anty Weekend’ but she organized ‘Bra Weekend’ and ‘Nude Weekend’ too. There were also ‘See Through Nightie Weekend,’ ‘Sock Weekend,’ and ‘High Heel Shoes Weekend.’ There was even ‘Wear Daddy’s Neck Tie Weekend.’ Of course who could ever forget ‘Tampon Weekend,’ ‘Band-Aid Weekend,’ and ‘Cowboy Hat Weekend.’Then one day about two months ago my wife. He put my legs over his shoulder and wiped his head of his penis over my ass. I took a deep breath in while he inserted. It hurt and i screamed. He thrusted hard and fast and with each thrust i breathed heavily. He took out his penis and touched pussy. I kept moaning as my dad inserted the head into my pussy. He pushed it in even further an i started to bleed. It hurt and i held in the scream. He thrusted nice and slow and gradually got faster. I kept moaning and moaning untill he did slow but. I moaned again, almost a whimper of disappointment. Her left hand relaxed, and I came up on my elbows. She said. “All feels normal, you can take a towel from the wall and clean yourself. Then put your cloths back on.” I pulled the rest of the gowned off turned and faced her, stood there nude and now fully erect. She looked up, remained stone faced and rolled over to her computer sitting on the shelf attached to the wall. I was starting to reach for my underwear when I noticed her faces. Confused, I turned to see what he was talking about just as he was picking my tattered panties off the floor. ‘Are these YOURS?’ he asked accusingly as he held the flimsy remnants of my panties in front of my frightened face. ‘NO,’ I insisted indignantly. He stood there a moment observing my obvious guilt dangling my panties from his pudgy fingers. ‘Your going to have to prove that to me,’ he demanded. ‘But……I can’t…..,’ I protested. ‘Yes you can – just reach under your jeans and pull the.