"I'm sorry they're not bigger," I whispered.
Dad leaned in, "I've always loved them. Even more when I finally got to see them. May I?"
"Oh f**k, please," I said as I felt his lips capture my n****e. "Dad, I just came."
My hand found his c**k. I was holding my father's erect p***s. So wrong, but so exciting. Dad's hand found my drenched p***y, and one long finger slid in, searching and finding my G spot. The orgasm his finger triggered made my legs fail. Dad held me as I came over his hand, panting, gasping, wanting it never to end. He moved his finger out, his hand up, behind my back, hugging me, our lips brushing. "Jenny, get on the bed, on your back. I want to kiss you as I enter you for the first time."
I got on the king-sized bed. Right in the dead center. Then I noticed the mirror
