Daddy whispered in a voice that was more of a command than a request, that I was not allowed to cum yet. Making it perfectly clear that his pleasure w...uld come first. My body tensed up as I tried to contain the flow of my orgasm. My jaw straining to open wide enough so that the head of Daddy's cock could slip into my mouth. Pushing deeper with each stroke, He was literally fucking my mouth I lay there straining to accommodate his size. While my cunny was so sensitive I could scream. Remembering. He wasn’t doing the job justice and pretty soon she was grinding her clit into his face.By this stage PP is beyond horny and shoves his dick down my throat while she goes down on me and I still maintain that no woman can ever suck a guy’s dick as well as another man can. I’m getting a face fucking of note and not much satisfaction down below, so I pull away and PP immediately gets her on the bed, jams his dick in and starts pumping like a teenager doing it for the first time. While he’s. Her lustful gaze pierced my soul. I leaned in and kissed her. The purple tip of my cock was right at her awaiting gates. Once again, she pushed her hips forward and tried to get me to enter her. To her slight dismay, I didn’t reciprocate the motion. Instead, she noticed my arm fumbling in the nightstand while I was kissing her. I produced a condom from the drawer and sat back. She relaxed again, pleased that I was still showing concern for her well being. She stroked my veiny, thick shaft. B. Reminder for the weekend with Donna and Charlie Taylor. Her skipper was so impressed with Jenni's ability he gave her an open invitation to ship as 'third hand', traditionally the route to a place as mate on one of the old barges. Life was good. In fact, most weekends from June Jenni was sailing in one or other of the barges, often from Maldon, but sometimes from Mistley, Harwich or Ipswich, occasionally from London, but rapidly gaining experience and confidence.It was in June we got news.