Oh, please, Daddy! My fingers just weren’t going to cut it, not with the way I was feeling, and I had limited time before Dad would be getting home. “April?” he asked, not waiting for me to respond before he opened the door and stepped inside. “Play time!” I repeated, lifting my skirt to make sure he would understand. I trust Daddy, I do… might, I say… you’re really okay with that?” I asked doubtfully, nevertheless shocked by how arousing I was suddenly finding the mental image of Mom down on her knees, servicing Grandpa’s cock, or even taking it up her pussy! He made me clean him, gathering my hair in his hands at the back of my head. I mean… a lot! “It’s okay. “You don’t think I’m disgusting? I can’t go back to the way things were, I just can’t!
