My dad and I seemed to have a weird sort of unspoken "agreement" not to talk about what happened right away. So, for the next two days, neither of us brought it up. But my mind was ablaze with every thought under the sun. I literally couldn't stop thinking about how it felt when he was inside me. It clearly had gone beyond a mere addiction to my dildo's c*m feature. The next night, I used the dildo again, emptying the last vestiges of liquid from the reservoir into my p***y. But my orgasm was weak compared to the experience the night before. My dad had ruined me. In a good way.
Finally, Tuesday night I couldn't help but bring it up again. I had a perfect conversation "opener", which I tossed casually in the middle of the room while we sat watching some lame movie on tv. I said simply, "I'
