Chapter 3
by 
Fotzenglotz
What's next?
"Dad, stop the charade!"
"Dad, stop the charade!" you said. Now she procured a small device from her pockets, aimed it at herself, pressed a button...
And zapp!
Now, your father Walter stood in front of the door!
"Phew, glad I got my dick and balls back! Having a constantly wet pussy is not as funny as it sounds like! But son, how did you know?"
"Well, even Sam had standards, Dad! But you got me an idea there... And is there really a nurse uniform and lingerie in your suitcase?"
"Yes, son. There is even a cheerleader uniform and a cucumber in it!"