While they were soaking I turned on the toy heater and read the instructions on the toys once again. I drained the water, rinsed the toys off with hot...water, and washed them with soap and water one more time before I put the two bigger ones in the heater. I also put the video cam on the tripod linked to the big screen in the bedroom. I set the camera to remote and placed the remote on the bed with a bottle of lube in case I needed it.I plugged the needle in, coated it with lube and slid it in. As our mouths met, her tongue darting on to mine, I reached out, taking her nipple between my thumb and fore finger, gently pinching it. She moaned loudly. Was it wrong, Jenny is a year younger than Sally, but at sixteen she had matured into a very sexy young woman, the only give away of her age being her long blonde hair tied in a pony tail.Really the whole thing was wrong. Sally and Jenny are my daughters.I had been out on another unsuccessful date, both Sally and Jenny had been the deciders. "Well, I guess there are other things you could do", was my lame reply.Silent for a few moments, we sipped our beer."What kind of 'other things' are you talking about, Ben?" I don't know, Matthew. Maybe letting some guy suck you. Something special. You know. Whatever."Matthew shrugged, looked at the floor, then shyly, softly replied: "I'd let him do whatever he wanted with me", was his soft response."What if he wanted to suck your cock?", I said."Hell, Ben, he could do it. But I guess I would. "Fuck me Trent," I screamed pulling him into me again.Trent pushed me down on the couch and started slamming me. He fucked me so hard that he bruised my vagina. I wanted to cry over both the physical pain his slamming me caused me and the emotional pain it was causing the man I love. "Oh yeah baby, just like that," I cried. "Don't ever stop fucking me Trent." Whose pussy is this, slut," he asked."It's yours, baby," I yelled. "It always was and it always will be." What about Sam Wetwilly?" he.