He was wearing tartan socks and boots open crotch fishnet pantihose and split crotch panties. His cock was taped back around under his ass or it was ...ntil Morag touched it. There was a tearing sound and quite suddenly it tore itself free from the tapes and stood up a full 10” (250 mm).“Ah what ye doin?” Jock gasped, “Ets no done that afore.”“Oh fuck, you wazzock, what a fucking waste,” Morag stammered, “Jesus.” Her eyes were like saucers, “Ets beautiful, ye cannae have ut chopped. Just "I want to go to bed, please leave."She was at a loss as to what to do to get George back. She needed his love, his tenderness; she needed him to want her sexually even if it had to be the way he had just done it. She hadn't liked the way he had taken her and in fact, when she finally told him about the rest of her night with Glen at the party she had told him that if he had ever treated her like that she would be gone in a heartbeat. Well, he had treated her that way and she wasn't. On this night I had decided to let my Dad fuck her. He is in his mid 70's and kept telling me how he hasn't had sex in 6 years. One day I explained to him that Ellen and I play this game where I tie her up and blindfold her and then I have sex with her. I told him, why don't you come over and I would let him fuck her but he must be quiet and pretend to be me. (I even let him wear my cologne). He asked if this would work and I said I thought so. He of course did not know I've done this before. "We are going to play a game. You have to guess the colour of my panties I am wearing. If you guess correctly, you get a reward. You get to eat my pussy, but if you don't, you're fucked, literally. I'll give you two clues. The first is you have not seen me wearing this colour before and the second is that it is not a primary colour. So make a guess!" He thought for a minute or so. "Gray," He said "Wrong! You get one more guess." "Pink!" "Wrong again." I lifted up my skirt to show him my purple.