“Jesus, Puss, you’re dressing like that to see your dad? You look like shit.” I was wearing my racerback tank and some baggy boxers I had stolen...from her boyfriend, Jack, ones he’d used to wipe up his cum. I had washed them since. “Fuck him,” I said. “And watch your fuckin’ mouth.” I put the three slices of baloney on some rye bread and grabbed an orange soda out of the fridge. I could see she wasn’t going to shut up about it, though. “He hasn’t seen you since you were ten,” she went on.. I should have asked, are you with someone? Do you have someone in your life already? If so I will understand, you are truly beautiful and I can’t believe that I would ever have even the smallest chance with you, I can’t believe that you don’t have someone. If you are already in a relationship please leave before I finish my shift this evening, as much as I want you to be my girl and I want to be yours I have no wish to break up an established couple. I’ve watched you for a while now and I admit. Now they face the challenge of discovering a new sexual dynamic that satisfies them both. Interestingly, it’s not just Joe who struggles to allow more flexibility into the daddy/boy dynamic. Jake is so used to Joe being Old Reliable that it’s hard for him to believe it when Joe asserts his interest in trying something new. Getting stuck in rigid role-playing is one liability of daddy/boy relationships. It’s understandable, if erroneous, to assume that in every team of lovers, Daddy is the. "Oh god, Oh god" Kelly kept screaming as my cock ravaged her ass, "I'm going to cum!" Her body convulsed in a massive orgasm and she collapsed onto the chair. "Wow, that was incredible." She said winded."You're not bad yourself." I said sitting down beside her. Just then Sarah let out a scream and our attention was focused back on them. They had changed positions so that Sarah was on here knees with her ass in the air and Josh fucking her from behind. It was a magnificent sight to see, that.