My body would’ve risen completely off the couch, if it had not been for the tight grip of his hand around my throat, pressing hard into the bruises ...rom our last session of fucking. If I thought having his fingers inside me was going to stop the teasing, I was wrong. He held them inside me, my body squirming, trying to get myself off and release that ever building tension in my body, knowing just a few strokes and I would feel that sweet release. “Please!” He gave me what I need, watching my. "You don't have to wonder, it wasn't an accident." He said, moving his hips so that his dick was feeling up my ass. "Wha- what're you doing? We- we can't." I said moving my arms about. "No one has to know." He said. "I know you're curious, do you wanna find out?" I pursed my lips together and twisted my body a bit to see his face. "I am a little curious... " "sweetie, you don't have to be. You can find out, if you let me. And if you promise you won't tell anyone." I thought for a moment. "Okay. Anyhow, about 30 mins into the session I was stretching her hanmstring by placing her leg on my shoulder and asking her to press down. As I was doing so I noticed her grey panties were soaked. Earlier as i was working her lower back she was moaning a lot more in a tone much more sexual sounding than the sound of release that people usually made. I never thought anything of it until I saw the wetness on her panties.I am a professional, I don't appreciate being asked for the 'happy ending'. This, of course, was not unusual in our family, and I had plenty of precedent for it.But what about the third one? The one who was already carrying my Daughters? Was I ready for something like that? Would she even consider something like that?On top of all of that, what would Grandfather Michael say, not to mention my own Parents and my other Grandparents? This could be sooo much trouble. Was I ready for that? Could I even keep all three of them happy and / or satisfied?Then there was the.