After five hours in the car, Greg and I were bursting to get out. While the drive home from the city usually only took us two hours, the Memorial Day traffic was a mess. The long drive just added to the incredibly tense situation. As we pulled into the driveway, I smiled at Greg and took his hand, a simple gesture to let him know it would all be okay. "Are you as nervous as I am?" He asked. "Oh, sweetie, there is nothing...

Walking into the house, I was excited to see what Dad and Greg had been up to while I was at the salon. I assumed they would be watching sports or hanging by the pool. Yet, when I walked into the living room, what I saw should have shocked me to my core. Dad was on his knees, taking every inch of Greg's dick deep down his throat. "Yes, Daddy. Take that cock. Can you feel my precum dripping onto your tongue? Your daughter...

When I woke up the next morning, I hopped out of bed, excited for the night's activities. While Greg knew about most of my plans for the week, tonight's events were a secret. By the time I had woken up, Greg was already downstairs. The groans echoing throughout the stairway gave me an idea of what I was heading into. Dad was on his knees, and Greg's shorts were around his ankles. "Morning," Greg said nonchalantly. Greg sa...