Now she was using all the experience she had to make her father come quickly. She only knew that she didn't want her father to fuck her."God, baby!" h... groaned. "God, you can do it! I knew you could. God Almighty, what a mouth!" She tasted the first of his lubricating fluid. She released his cock and touched the tip of her tongue to his hole. Again she tasted fluid and then just a salty taste. She knew he was getting ready to come."Goddamn, baby!" he said. "Take it in your mouth! I'm ready to. I loved my wife and was content in many ways even though there were difficulties so I couldn’t possibly love another woman. Then I closed my eyes and thought about Mandy and felt warm and content. I knew it I had fallen completely in love with her. We arranged to have a whole day together and met early. We headed for the little town near Oxford where she was born. She had wanted to go for a long time but her husband seemed unwilling. It was wonderful walking around hand in hand with no worries. I swallowed as he pushed his cock against Ben’s one more time, and then slowly started to poke the edge of my open hole. I grunted as I kept bouncing, for what ever reason I didn’t want to stop. Each time I went down more of his cock head went in. I couldn’t imagine this was very pleasurable for him, but he was slowly making his way in. After a couple of seconds, his head finally slid in. My eyes shut tight as I fought back a scream. It hurt. Just like I knew it would. Then he slid more of. All that was ever broadcast was this minimalist piece of music, so quiet that you weren't sure if you were even hearing it. Speculation grew about it. The music was played on the BBC, CNN, ABC news shows whilst so-called 'experts' debated about it's origin. Everyone heard it and tuned in at least once a day (often more). Then after a month the sound and visuals changed. With no warning, everyone found themselves compelled to go to a computer, or call a phone number. Everyone did. No-one could.