Then she knelt between his legs and started rubbing his calves, moving to his thighs. His erection grew. ‘Oh, you are a big boy!’ She applied more...oil to her hands and lightly gripped him. With her long, graceful fingers, she moved up and down his shaft. All of a sudden, he grabbed her by the wrist and lifted his head. ‘That was great, but I want to save it,’ as he nodded his head towards me. ‘OK, that’s good. Now we get lady ready to take you.’ ‘Oh, yes, I want you to do her. I’ve always. Shaking off the sleep a little, I stand up, infront of you, taking both of your hands in mine, as you sit sleepily on the couch. I ask you to come with me, to sleep with me, in my room, in my bed, in my arms. Without a word, you follow, up the oh-so long trip up the stairs. Part 2 So, as it was left, I was leading you up the stairs, and into my bedroom. Luckily, I had only just cleaned it the day before, so there wasn’t any bras, or panties flung around anywhere. Yes, all was in order, nothing. I looked forward to next Friday…maybe it would be my turn to fuck Dad…Would I have a “little death” again? I could dream, couldn’t I?…so far my dreams were working. I dozed off with dreams of Le Petite Mort. I wanted to “die” again…this time with Dad.AFTERWORD: Later, with trepidation, Dad entered the master bedroom, pausing, and listening. Was Mom sound asleep so there would be no nervous pillow talk? He relaxed as Mom was apparently asleep, her breathing slow and steady. Dad tiptoed. "He wasn't a great lover, but he was better than nothing. I haven't been touched by a man for over a year now, and at this point, anyone would do. I don't want a relationship, I just want to be shagged".I was suddenly on full alert. I ran a quick diagnostic, to make sure I couldn't be mistaken. But, no, I was pretty sure, she was offering herself. I stood up slowly, and walked towards her. "Surely, you can't have been short of offers", I pointed out. "You're a fit, great looking girl. .