Although the pain did not go completely away, it was soon overshadowed by other sensations — of fullness, of warmth, of wonder at what was happening...to me. I soon realized we were both moving, searching together for the best, most pleasurable angles. At first I had kept my knees up and feet flat on the bed, now, lifting my legs in the air, I felt him reach more deeply into me with his cock. The higher I lifted them, the deeper he penetrated and the better it felt. Finally I wrapped my legs. I just wish I didn't have to pull you from the game." Aw, come on, Daddy. Once I get moving around, I'll be OK." You can move around tomorrow. Today, I'm pulling your card." Daddy! It's the playoffs." Tough. You can play next week, if there is a next week. That's what you get trying to fly across the court. Can you guys come out to dinner with me later? I have some things I need to talk to you about." Sorry, we already have plans with June. She's cooking a roast and says there will be plenty of. " But you are one, are you not?" I asked."No," he said."Really, you just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. I am pretty sure that makes you a faggot," I concluded."I have a girlfriend," he countered."So?" "So I am not gay," he argued, still refusing to look at me.We arrived at my house and I decided to let it go and closed with, "For the record, you gave a better blow job your first time than Karen ever has." His face went red from the compliment and I thought I saw a small smile, but it. The first few times my mother had to shove my tight pussy down onto his big cock but after that I managed to get myself down onto it every Saturday night. After daddy had cum in me we got into a sixty-nine until I had given my mother two orgasms.”I asked, “What changed?”Rachael replied, “One of my schoolteachers found out that my father was fucking me and turned him in, he implicated my mother, and they both got into trouble. I was taken away and given to my Aunt Rachael, whom I was named.