She wondered what it would be like with Vern? Would he be rough or gentle? Or how about Tom? Would cock size matter? His seemed pretty large if what i... felt like when he poked her on the dance floor was any indication. And then there was Dave - from the way he acted she was pretty sure he wanted her, but could she? Could she actually do it? Several of the men she worked with appealed to her and she was sure they would all be willing, after all, she had seen them leave the bar in the company of. Instead I took hold of his cock and jacked it a bit, then I got down on my knees in front of him and took his all the way into my mouth, not stopping until I felt his sac on my lips. Once I was there I used my tongue and washed his rod as I sucked, feeling it jerk slightly each time I hit that sensative spot right under his piss slit. I heard him moan and I knew I was doing the right thing. I needed no further encouragement and proceeded to work on his cock like it was my favorite flavored. When I reached my vagina, I was overcome with a sensation I was all too familiar with. I was starting to get horny. Lately, I've been masturbating while fantasizing about fucking my dad. I know that's taboo, but I can't help it. My dad is very sexy. He's 6 feet and very muscular, but lean. He has emerald green eyes, a gorgeous smile and a bald head. Once or twice I accidentally saw him naked and his cock was gorgeous and large. I'm a virgin, but I sucked a few cocks of the guys in my class.. The lemon smell almost caused me to cry. Starch, cleanliness engulfed my senses. I was there to gather a few things from the attic. Walking up the cranky stairs brought back memories. I found myself close to tears. Opening the door I saw the camel back trunk and walked quickly to it. Lifting the lid I saw the crocheted scarfs. Moving them I found the enamel red box. I left the house placing the box under my arm. Waiting until I was home before lifting the lid. The most delicate work of art laid.