“I have been thinking of taking your mother there some evening.”“That’s the cool part of it, Dad,” I said. “Movies start at nine am every ...ay of the week. You don’t have to wait until it’s nighttime. It’s very comfortable, they have sixteen screens. They are showing all eight of the Harry Potter movies on one half and eight of Alfred Hitchcock’s movies on the other side.”“Don’t they ever show current movies?” Hope joined in.“They advertised for GODZILLA vs. KONG. It’s only been out a year. Not. I could tell it was having an effect too, each compliment from me causing an ecstatic sigh, or making the phallus twitch in my rising-and-falling grasp.It has to be said, too, that this talk was having a major effect on my own libido. I had called a couple of men “daddy” during sex, but being able to say it to my actual dad was an extra thrill. Fulfil your fantasies, readers, it’s fucking hot!Then my father took the initiative. “Damn, girl, I want to taste you!” he growled. Seemingly without. Then he inserted the second finger and I felt a pressure in the rectal muscles. However, due to another dollop of almond oil, both the fingers slid in without causing any pain.He kept asking me whether it hurt, and honestly, I was feeling the initiation of a particular unknown sensation. He massaged my rectal muscles with heavy oily fingers, and his fingers touched nerves, which had never experienced any kind of human, leave alone sexual touch. My son appeared quite an expert, and deep inside,. I moved one hand a little farther up her leg as if I was resting it there while the other had was still massaging. Her legs were slightly parted and I decided I could open her robe somewhat nonchalantly and recover if it startled her. As I moved my resting hand back, I pulled her robe open slightly, just enough to see that she wasn’t wearing panties! She also made no move to pull the robe back and she didn’t say a word. Now I knew things were going to get crazy, all lights were green, but I.