Prelude

    Mary Taylor snuggled up to her sleeping father and slowly stroked his cock.  It was not unusual for Mary to fondle her dad's equipment.  They had been lovers for almost two decades and had occupied the same bed ever since Mary's mother had left them fifteen years before.  But she never got tired of touching him.
    As she ran her fingers up and down his cock she wondered what she should give her dad for Father's Day.  It was only a week away and she wasn't sure what to do for him.  She wanted to give him a present that would top all the gifts she had given him for the last twenty years and it was going to be hard.