I was deep in thought, but finally drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of cocks all night long. Big ones, little ones, white ones, black ones. I was being...fucked in all three holes by all kinds of cocks. And I even was fucking dogs and sucking their cocks. One dog even fucked me in the ass. I wondered if Toby could get his knot up my ass. I bet that would hurt, but in my dream it fit.I woke up rested having to piss. So, before I got up, I flipped up and pissed into my toilet mouth. Morning piss is. .. yes. Morning at the Austin residence."Good morning, Grace." I said, "Even?" Good morning, David." Grace said, "Even." Take you out to eat?" Where to?" Bike, drive, boat ... no boat, it's hauled, fly, train?" Bike or walk." The Greasy Spoon?" We haven't been there in weeks. Great idea."We walked into Best's Cafe, they've been in continuous operation since the early 1930's and they know breakfast. Not very imposing but the police and van drivers eat there. Anywhere the commercial drivers eat. Because of my fetish and long unfulfilled fantasy I never failed to grow an erection. Having been raised in a proper home I was taught to never stare at a person. Do you have any idea just how hard it is to keep from looking directly at a woman that is breast feeding? I did what my upbringing had taught me and used only my peripheral vision trying to catch a glimpse.Now comes the point where you would expect Mandy and I to be alone and your expectations would be right, but not the way you might. I haven't done that since before I met her mother.When Agatha got home, I dragged her to the bedroom and fucked her with her face in the pillows, mouthing my daughter's name the entire time. She loved it. It was sex like we haven't had since we were married. But after that, I lost all interest in her again. It was my Katherine or nothing.The next time, I masturbated in the living room. Katherine's bedroom was just down the hall. I could see the light shining through from her window. I could.