It was 3 years ago. It was during the holidays of uni. I was at home, still being a slut. One Saturday while being fucked by my dad, I asked him if we...could do my fantasy. I was in a doggy style position and his dick was in my ass. That was the thing for my family. Sex became a basic thing for us. We could have sex whenever we wanted. And we could be doing anything meanwhile. Like watching tv, talking about daily stuff, revising and so on. That day my mom was also being a slut- she didn`t wear. While the rest of himlooked like a teenage boy's wet dream, his hair was still the salt-and-pepper flat-top that he had always sported. On his normal body, it madehim look tough, aggressive, and sporty. On this body, it looked tough,aggressive, and well, butch. Running his now very slim hand and fingersthrough his hair, he decided that perhaps the first thing to look forto complete the illusion was a wig, or at least a pretty good hat.Eric got up and stepped closer to the mirror. Looking deep. "Oh yes, it really does. Now some women don't like anything touching their anal area as they consider it dirty and totally out of bounds to a man. For me, I keep myself very clean to avoid any bacterial problem. Oh that tingles." She shuddered."I'm always ready for Bobby to massage me there, to lick it and to insert his finger into my rectum. You must be sure to have a lot of lubricant on your finger, as there's nothing naturally wet there. But the insertion feels great. It sends chills. She called her the future, and said when the time came, she could retire in peace, knowing she would be there to take up the mantle.It was not pleasant being separated from my new bride, but we both realized we would have occasional separations because of the nature of our work. I took Katie and we flew to the city she was in, surprising her for the weekend. She cried tears of joy and we ended up being interviewed together by the local paper for the Sunday entertainment section. There were.