The blood- filled clitoris bulged out against his finger, aching for more and more attention.Gwen tried to buck her hips. The ropes burned against her...wrists and ankles. The pillow beneath her head was damp and soggy from the tears that rolled down her face as she struggled not to respond.Her body betrayed her, arching up against the pain of her bounds, driving itself against his finger."Fuck. Fuck me, Allen," she whimpered, her mind jiggling like lusty Jello in her head. "I need it. I can't. She had on one of those sleeveless white shirts with a turned up collar and quite a bit of cleavage. Looking at her blouse I saw that she had wide set tits with a wide valley between them. The next one, Martha, had on tight jeans and a skinny tight looking ass, her halter top, showed a flat stomach and some nice sized jugs. The youngest was dressed in a ratty old set of jeans and a tee shirt. It looked like the packaging was hiding a nice product.As often happened around my dad, I just sort of. I needed to love you so I just sucked you up. Doing that to you made me so hot, I came as soon as your tongue touched me. So good!"We got out of bed to hit the john. Sue pulled the wet bedclothes from the bed while I started a pot of coffee. We enjoyed an erotic shower, with an additional coupling, before going out on the patio and turning on a light.Shawna showed up first, with a T-shirt full of holes her only covering. She did her usual feet on the front edge of the chair, showing off her. From the audience, handsome, brilliant, sensitive young scientists would goggle at me adoringly, and then throng around me at the cocktail receptions like an academic femme fatale. In my imagined glory, I saw my father eyeing me enviously from the corner of the room. I mentally practiced my gracious acceptance speech for the academic honors to be heaped upon me, and folded in an impassioned and utterly convincing plea for recognition of the sexual rights of the transgendered community. Tran.