.” His words trailed off. He was on the phone with 911, turning himself in for “molesting” our daughter. Valerie, our nineteen-year-old daughter... wasn't molested. She was punished. I had to convince him. I had to calm him down. I thought I had hypnotized him to understand. He had done it just like I always fantasized. He had taken our daughter in hand, spanked her hard, then fucked her naughty cunt. If he didn't, she would come home one day pregnant, knocked up by some pimple-faced boy. Valerie. I could see Bob's fat hard cock sliding in and out of me. With my eyes closed and my cunt throbbing with pleasure I reached for the kotex toy and brought it to my butt hole. I wanted to feel it inside. Along with the pleasure of the water hitting the front. I pushed and pushed, but my butt hole would not let it in. I knew I needed something else as a lubricant, that the water by it self was not enough.Giving up, I brought it to my now open water filled gaping hole. (Well maybe not gaping, it. I was just having fun, I thought we all were, and then you go and get all shitty on me."Brad sat on the gunwale next to me, put his arm around my waist and held me to his side. We both remained quiet for a while as I thought about what to say to him."Look, Brad, I didn't want to upset you, but I like Kathy and I like fooling around with her. I love you and really want to be with you, but I also want to be with her sometimes." Are you telling me that you're bisexual?" I guess I am, Brad. I don't. We were regulars there," As she said this Kate's eyes began to tear at the memory. "Sorry, I..." That's all right, we understand. These circumstances are never easy. But do you know where your husband was?" Tom asked.Kate began wiping her eyes with her handkerchief, "Yes, he was at work. He had the four to midnight shift, but he rarely quits until after 2 a.m. The rail yard is busy at night. But please when you check be discrete. It would not be fair to involve my husband." I understand and.