”Speech left him as he took in the sight of his daughter in his wife’s dirtiest underwear. His eyes travelled from her dark sultry eyes to her swo...len cleavage and then down to her barely covered pussy and stocking clad thighs.“Suprise.”“Kirsty ... What the hell... ?”“You don’t like it?”Her father stammered something but his gaze just travelled up and down her flawless body before coming to rest at her beautiful, veiled lips.“I ... this ... this is wrong Kirsty. Wrong. Those are your mother’s. He slid his hand down her back and slid it under her coat where her could feel her bare back below her bra.He turned to face her, they both moved their lips closer, she could feel his breath on her red lips as she ran her hand down his crotch, gently squeezing. He slid his hands up her legs, pressing his lips against hers; sliding his hands under her PVC skirt he pulled at her knickers while pulling her closer to him.With each breath his cock grew, he slid his fingers towards her ass, her. 30 the we could plan for the day. It was Sunday so we had no plans, i didnt think that Shirl would want to go out Leslie made some toast, flaunting her body making me hard which Martin started to rub in front of his wife, she said that was OK she knew what he was like & didnt mind as it excited her also. the phone rang & it was Brad the guy with the huge cock just thanking us for a great night & told Leslie to give Shirl & me his number which she did, telling him she was still asleep. She. ” And sure I loved the taste of a cunt and to a lesser extent the feeling of fucking one, but it’s never felt right before. My entire sex life has been like going to eat Chinese food when your desperately craving Italian; sure it’ll fill you up but your never going to be truly satisfied.At 26, when my father passed, I started to finally accept some hard truths about myself, and after three years of self exploration and lots of money spent on therapy, I could finally say it, “I’m attracted to.