Cindy figured that they couldn't bear to watch anymore, and she half-expected to hear the sounds of their sobs."Damn," her father said softly. "Damn, ...his is some hot stuff." No, shit," her mother said. "It's all Mrs. Grotten promised and more."Cindy couldn't believe what she was hearing. It didn't make any sense."Let me grab up a couple of fresh beers and we'll get back to the show," her father said as he stood up.Cindy couldn't believe her eyes. Her father was stark naked! Not only that, but. We will sit and snuggle on the couch and watch TV at night. I will be dressed. He will be in only his underwear with his balls hanging out while I massage and squeeze them. (If I feel like giving him a special treat I will take my top off and let him look at and watch my tits – but he knows they are hands off).He will get a boner from all the attention his balls are getting but he is not allowed to not touch it or take it out. I have absolutely no interest in his cock, and he knows that. I. Waiting his turn in the queue, David searched the crowded room for his contact. Spotting her with a group of secretaries, he got his toast, porridge and tea and moved over to their table. At the head was Ruth Ive, Churchill's private secretary."Ladies, would there be room at your table for a lost GI?" The women looked at him and smiled "en mass". There was a flurry of movement and a space was made in between two rather predatory looking typists. "Girls" lectured Ruth, "meet Colonel David. It seems the little guy got word of what his fate was going tobe. He was shaking and crying, protesting like there was no tomorrow.That's when my Rich stepped in and..." You need to come on, Daddy!" put the bra on himself."Bernie Junkin looked in the direction of the high-pitched voice yellingtowards where the two men sat. His jaw dropped in astonishment.Bouncing up the cobblestone walkway were the two most fantastic breastsand womanly body he had ever beheld. The way the two enormous and.