He pulled his fingers from my asshole, watching as my little rosebud closed andwinked at him, with the lubricating jelly making my tiny hole glisten. ...hen hewalked in front of me and took the pear shaped double balloon shaped plug withthe hand pump and hoses attached. I had never seen anything like this before,and didn?t realize what a wicked little device it really was. I had no ideawhat I was in for. He moved behind me and spread my cheeks wide, and said.?This is called a double balloon butt. Then we were all having sex at the same time. I went along with it but taking a break gave me time to think and now it’s just so in my head. I’m not sure I’m ok with you having sex with other guys.”“That was the arrangement all along, we’ve already talked about this.”“I know, I’m not like… trying to take the high road here.” He sighed. “I just know that it weirds me out. Even when it’s just you and me I’m thinking about how other guys have been inside you SUPER recently, and I start thinking. Being the youngest daughter I had always been the "daddy's girl" in the family.I loved my dad, maybe more than most daughters did, because (I know this will sound strange) I had reoccurring thoughts about what it would be like to make love to him. I think most daughters have those kind of thoughts growing up, at least once or twice. But for me it was a reoccurring image in my mind, I would imagine how it would be and how he would look, coming to me and how he would gently take me in his arms,. She opened it and smiled as she thanked me. ‘When we were shopping I saw you looking at it and went back and bought it for you.’ This time she gave me a light kiss. ‘Ok, it’s time to talk.’ Then she began to explain things to me. ‘Jim, you know that I have always cared for you. Mary knew it too and she told me she told you. ‘You know how close Mary and I were. She loved you, Jim, she loved you deeply. You also know that she never really forgave you for the affairs, until her last days. Yes,.