As it was me that hid from the beginning and fabricated everything. Xxnx I knew something was so wrong that my world would be shattered. I called him. I could feel the wetness still on my asshole and my arousal skyrocketed. I remember the feeling of utter shock, and how my Dad just sat there with his head bowed. Without even thinking I stuck my bare foot up and onto his lap. My discomfort was evident, Dad withdrew from me. I wondered what it felt like. My clitoris, caught in his steady sucking pressure, had reached heights of engorgement that I had never known possible, then he flicked it with his tongue. It’s strange what your fantasies leave out, certain details that elude you, and make it all that much more obvious when fantasy becomes real life.
