At this point, Dora really started to worry. Obviously her plan from before included that if father became angry with her, she would just dash out of the room and hope for the best. It wasn't a full proof plan, but what else could she do?

Now however, despite that flawless thinking, Dora had scrapped any thoughts of getting out of this room now. She had swallowed so many delicious things in her life, but Roger's cock was without a doubt, the most watering thing by far. That meat had delighted her palate in a way she couldn't believe, but then to taste the very sperm that gave her life brought her to tears from sheer flavor. She didn't care what happened now, for as sure as the cum was making the teddy cling to her body, even more so than it already was, she was not stopping with just a blow job, and she thanked god that her mother wasn't folding either.

"We've noticed that you have been depressed lately." Dorothy pointed out. That explaination made Roger's eyes as wide as saucers as he thought that something in Dorothy's brain had finally gone haywire.

"Don't forget violated, scared, and all around pissed!" he shouted at them. Still, neither of them wavered, and Dorothy went so far as to approach her husband. He gladly kept his attention on her, especially after he saw Dora's hungry tongue lick off the semen coating her face. As Dorothy sat on the bed next to the man she loved, a softness formed in her eyes as she stroked his face gently.

"Roger, I know you've been feeling your age lately." she told him. Seemingly shocked that someone with eyes could see what was wrong with him, Roger momentarily forgot about the other problem at hand as he let out a depressed sigh. He actually felt ashamed for getting old as ridiculous as that sounds, and Dorothy instinctively embraced her man in both her arms. She also made sure her breasts squished into his arms for extra emphasis on the other matter.

"You don't have to feel this way. Just because you are older doesn't mean you have changed. You are still Roger Smith, the negotiator. The man that I love." Dorothy said. She watched as Roger's fists trembled as did his closed eyes. For a second she thought he was going to weep when he just sighed and spoke quietly.

"How can I not feel this way. Everyday I see you and how beautiful and young looking you are and then I see the exact opposite when I look in the mirror. God, I can't believe that I've actually sunk so low as to suffer a midlife crisis, but just seeing you, and Dora..." at the very mention of her name, Roger stopped as he felt the bed creak. Looking up he saw Dora on her hands and knees in front of him, now having discared the teddy on the ground.

"Well that's why we're here. To show you that not only have you only changed a little on the outside, but that two gorgeous girls can still fall for a man like you." she said. Before Roger could say anything though, he gasped as Dorothy breathed into his ear. Her slimey tongue began trailing that lobe, and her mechanical arms held Roger firmly in place. He could only watch as his own daughter crawled closer, and he found himself looking past her head to those meaty hills that made up her rear as they bounced and wobbled with every movement. The look in Dora's eyes made the chubby girl seem like a hungry predator on the prowl, but just when their faces were about to touch, she stopped and a very innocent expression appeared on the chubby minx.

"We're here, but it's still up to you father. If you wan't this, then you know what to do." she told him. Dora closed her eyes and lightly puckered her lips, but not before whispering one last thing "Daddy."

Suddenly, she felt his lips on hers.