“You find a movie, I’ll get changed.” When I came back from my room I was wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a large baggy t-shirt that had in ...act belonged to my dad at some point. It was generally what I wore on evening so it seemed suitable for our night in; Tom looked across at me and smiled. “Does this mean I’m allowed to wear my boxers?” he asked eagerly with a broad grin. I just nodded and sat down beside him, he hadn’t folded his bed up into a couch, but he had made it and set the. I would be able to do whatever I wanted to her as long as I took photos and send them to him thought out the night. How could I say no to fulfilling one of my biggest fantasies and as it turned out, also his and Mrs Smith’s fantasy.I replied to him straight away and we got on well, messaging each other over the course of a week. We exchanged phone numbers, chatted on the phone and we were both excited. We had so much in common and wanted the same things to happen over the night. I then got a. "She's ripe for fucking alright. C'mere, Marie... Show Uncle Mike what you do for Daddy."I squirmed down from Uncle Mike's lap and scurried over to my dad. I undid his belt, pulled out his cock, placed it in my mouth and waited. I heard Uncle Mike walking up behind me, as Daddy whispered, "You thirsty, babyslut?" I nodded.The next moment I tasted Daddy's piss in my mouth and started swallowing. Uncle Mike was thrilled."Holy shit!" he stammered, "Holy fucking shit! She's drinking your piss,. His father had died on the day he was born, but before he was born. How could he know his father had a deep, bass voice? Sean had never heard his father speak, but he was sure of the source of those bass tones. He also heard the resonances of his mother's soprano tones in the voice. Her voice was another voice that he had never physically heard. There were other tones in the voice as if a legion of souls were supporting his mother, father, and David in their communication."There is no need to.