I can't even think of you courting my daughter." I'll let that pass for the moment and ask you a question. Is your birthday on January 10, 1964, and w...re you born in Meridian, Connecticut? Was your father's name Samuel, born January 27, 1932, in Springfield, Massachusetts? And was your grandfather's name Jonathan who you were named after as John? He that was born in September, 1901 in Claremont, New Hampshire?"John stared at me wondering where this was going, especially when I had his and his. A large smile spread on Aunt's face when she saw my mother.Going near Mom, she asked her how she was feeling."I'm feeling odd." Don't feel odd, even he likes the new you," said Anne pointing toward me.All this time, I hadn't moved or said anything and was simply staring at my own mother's beautiful ripe breasts, her smooth stomach and her long and sensuous legs, her thighs and the curve of her bums.Aunt turned toward me and asked for my reaction. First I tried to speak, but my mouth had gone so. Leaving his clothes in a pile, he walked over to the bed, got on, and kneeled by my side.“I want that butt plug out of you. Drop your shoulders and spread your legs!” I quickly did as he asked.He roughly grabbed the end of the plug, and twisting it, slowly pulled it out of me. He switched it off, then put it on the side table, then went to wash his hands. I stayed as he had ordered me, with my ass in the air and my legs spread.When he returned, he said, “I’m going to show you – once! – the. ” Okay all pain and posturing aside it’s the dream car, the ‘my father and I’s’ dream car. There is some heartache in the memory and I figure on sitting and thinking about it in depth. I don’t know how everyone else is handling my brooding thoughts but I’m not in a caring mood for other opinions right now. I go from sitting in my big comfy chair, to sitting on my bed, to sitting in my computer chair and somehow I’m in the car. It’s nice… fuck its amazing. It is not what I always thought of when.