After breakfast I went up to my room and called Kate who was my best friend at school, who I had lost touch with and we hatched a plan for her to come...over for some fun which was told in the story ‘Frank and Ex Step-daughter’ so I will pick up the story after Kate left the house.After Kate left I went back out to the garden, Frank was still sitting in the garden, he had put his shorts back on and was still sniffing Kate’s thong, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. “Hi Daddy” I said, “I hope. Through breaths I muttered out, “yeah—I’m—fine”, although that was basically a downright lie. “How much further?” I pulled out my phone and opened the trail tracker app that I had. “According to this, we’ve got just another quarter of a mile or so.” “Good! Race is on!” She said as she lifted her legs and came whizzing past me. “What! Hold on—What race?!” I tried to lift my legs and run after her, but there was no way that I could keep with her pace anymore. Maybe I could have fifteen years ago,. Except they were clumsy, useless. They did the clamps but they were not very good ... clamps need a bit of theater and I am afraid I was not much of an audience ... and they were terrible showmen! As for stretching my holes, they said they didn’t want me to enjoy their ‘overwhelming’ size. Can you believe that? But really, as to the fine line between pleasure and pain ... I sort of wanted them both, to be balanced on that line at higher pleasure and higher pain. Tension does that so well .... The wall was the only thing keeping me from melting into a puddle. ‘Oh, God, give me strength,’ I whimpered. I felt his quiet laughter as he pressed himself against me in a warm embrace. Our eyes met. ‘I don’t want to rush this, either.’ ‘Thank you.’ He smiled down at me, and I averted my gaze. ‘I should go.’ ‘You don’t have to go,’ he protested. ‘This will go away. Eventually.’ He blushed, looking down towards his bulging erection, suddenly becoming self-conscious. I was amazed that I’d had.