I loved necking with her, cuddling with her. I could have lived my life content in her arms. But a little voice in the back of my head told me I was s...pposed to be trying to do more. Lord but adolescent boys are stupid. On about our fourth 'date' (more of a make out session really), I decided I had to find out where the limits were. I slid my hand from around her waist, up over her shirt to her breast. A sharp "No!" told me all I needed to know about the limits. Frankly, I was relieved.At least. She had been placed under lock and key of her own volition because they both knew how utterly precious she was to him, that she was his greatest treasure and that her bondage gilded her beauty with an extra loveliness Liam found irresistible. All those thoughts and more flashed through her mind and brought a rosy flush to her cheeks and an added hardness and urgency to her nipples. She felt the liquid heat within her lapping still higher, and she began to pant in soft urgent gusts. And all he. Her solution to that was sixty-nine, followed by a rest, her riding me, and then after another rest, my making slow, passionate love to her.“It’s almost 5:00am. Should we even sleep?” I asked.“A two hour nap would help,” she said.I set the alarm and we snuggled into bed, staying close to one side to avoid the wet spots. The alarm jolted me awake at 7:00am and I wondered if I’d survive the day. Katy and I got into the shower together and washed the stickiness and sweat from our bodies.“So that’s. ..daddy...make me cum daddy...". Now was one of those intimate and alone moments. She buried her face in the pillow as she started getting louder and louder."Daddy! Daddy! Make me cum daddy!...Fuck me! Please fuck me!" her screams were muffled by the pillow. The cucumber was getting slicker and more flexible with each stroke. She couldn't breathe and tossed the pillow away, her screaming echoing through the house. And again, she flooded her sheets with a strong stream of cum gushing from her.