I was only sixteen, somewhat brazen, somewhat scared.Dad’s cock had become half-hard and was still stiffening, so he didn’t really need to answer....I looked at him in the shower. He was forty, I think, and pretty good looking. Dark hair, kind eyes, a nose that might have been a little too big, and a nice smile. Decent shoulders, although they weren’t huge or anything. Hair on his chest. Just a little fat around his tummy. Which brings us to his dick, which was… about average. It was about six. Frances and her controller were sitting, drinking the whisky that had been brought to the rendezvous by the tall woman who faced her. A sudden crash at the front door was followed by the detonation of a stun grenade that emitted a bright, bright light and they were at once blinded, deafened and stunned into inactivity. What followed was brutal and fast. Armed officers like storm troopers overwhelmed the room, sinister in their black uniforms, ear and eye protectors and with guns raised. There. He darted over to the nightstand by the bed, pulling open the drawer and rummaging frantically through its contents."Robby? Sweetie, what are you doing?" Elaina called plaintively from the center of the bed. When he turned his head to her, he saw that she was stretched out on her side with her upper leg bent at the knee, and she was ruffling her fingers through the fur on her mons. Robby saw that and dug even more frantically."Condom!" he nearly yelled. He knew he had at least one, he was sure. It was not just the startlingly unexpected appearance of the male appendages that caused my desire to flag, but the fact that the beautiful, sexy and exciting young woman who I had enjoyed so immensely in the last hour and a half or more had so suddenly been revealed as a man. My jaw must have dropped as fast as my erection had died, for Mel, or whoever she was gave a throaty chuckle, reaching up to caress my cheeks as she told me “Poor Doug, what a shock for you! But don’t you see, you’ve.