So far, this summer has been a whirlwind of discovery and emotion. It all started with a dead vibrator. I borrowed one of my mom’s, only to find out it was a copy of my dad. From there, things got crazy. I became obsessed with finding out if the replica was really a copy of my dad’s cock. A lucky view of him in the bathroom one night confirmed it. But my obsession had now grown beyond curiosity. I want to know if it felt...