"What is it?" I asked while my heart raced and I had trouble breathing, feeling both ashamed and wierdly turned on.He could not take his eyes off my h...rdening rod as he came around and sat down next to me, even before I could say another word. He looked at my laptop screen and saw the kind of photos I was looking at and abviously also enjoying. "What is Chatropolis?" he asked, glancing at their logo. I explained that this was a chat site where like-minded people got together and exchanged. I looked down at the newspaper spread on my table and sipped at my coffee, hoping that she hadn't seen me staring. I glanced up, looking across the room so that I could see her out of the corner of my eye. Seeing that she was standing side on to me and looking the other way, I relaxed and looked at her more closely.Today she was wearing a short denim skirt that hugged her hips and then flared out to about mid-thigh. Her tight-fitting white blouse showed off her curves. Thin strips of ruffle. They were discussing sex, and daddy was confusing my bum gyrations on his lap, as if it were a prelude to my losing my virginity, I was 'Ripe' for penetration.Mum was teasing dad's awkwardness, even mentioning he was getting erections, and suddenly I felt proud that I could arouse a man like that, especially my own father.The day after we had arrived, I found I was turning heads, tall, athletic and blond, most of the heads were old men, and mum remarked on it, 'You still taping your nipples. It turned out that five women needed me that night. They were Tilly, Heather, Brenda, Linda, and Victoria.It was Tilly who led me to my bed chamber and who got the ball rolling. She stripped me naked first. Then as she shucked her own clothing, she ogled me like she was a teenage kid seeing her first real cock. While she did that, the other women stripped as well. We were going to have company while we fucked.Tilly was on her knees and sucking my cock within seconds of shedding her clothing..