He shook his head no. He said, “I need to go.” Tears started to well up in my eyes and I knew if he walked out the door, he would not come back.... He let go of my hand and walked back to the guest room. He had his weekend bag packed and then said, “I’m going to go, OK?” I then said, “No, it’s not OK!” “If you’re going to go away and never talk to me again, how can that be OK?” He was clenching his fists and I could see the veins on his arm pop. He once again announced he had to go. . He had fathered her with a woman 10 years older than him when he was 16.Yvonne and I had talked about having a 3 some and we had both indicated an interest in bi sex. She especially was turned on by the thought of seeing me loose my oral and anal cherry. She had fucked me several times with a dildo and I loved it and she really wanted to see me get fucked by a man.We had arranged a weekend getaway to the Dells in Wisconsin and were to meet for breakfast on Sat. morning early. She had told me. " Oh I see," but I didn't."She came on to you, didn't she?" You could say that." I knew it, that's why I was drinking so much too, not as much as you, but a lot! And the more times I told Beck the story, the more real it became. And then it actually started happening!" "But, Honey, I'm your Dad." Dad, now who's being naive? In our class on Human Sexuality, we learned that in many cultures, the young girl learns from a man in the family, often her father. And boys learn from their mothers.". She also let out with a rather load moan as she closed her eyes and let the feeling consume her body. This in turn brought him out of his state and needless to say was just a little shocked to see her standing there, sweat poring down her face, her hand clamped between her legs, a sight to behold to be sure and one he would never forget for the rest of his life.“And what are you doing there?” he asked as though this happen all the time.“Oh my god! I ‘m so sorry but I couldn’t help myself. And.