"You see, teach, you're the type who's had to make decisions and think for yourself for all of your life. The problem is first that you're not too goo... at making those decisions, and second that you really don't want to have to them. You want someone else to make them for you, to control you, to own you. You need a master. Me." Here I was. A grown man standing soaking wet in the hallway of a sixteen year old kid I just sucked off, trying my best to deny what he was saying. But it was hard to. In the seven years that we’ve been married, I have been fucked thousands of times by hundreds of cocks. Do you have any idea how much energy I have wasted on hiding it from you?”I said, “When was the last time you were fucked?”She said, “Well, this morning the mailman fucked me right over there on the floor. But I was distracted and not really into it because I knew I was going to be having this conversation with you when you got home. I don’t even remember where he shot his load. But yesterday. . fuck me now daddy.. fuck me hard…” Bridget begs…. Paul grabs tight on her hips and starts slowly pushing deep and then slowly pulling out just to the point where his cock-head is at her lips…. “Take my cock honey.. fuck daddy with your little pussy.. fuck me good sweetie” Paul pleads. Bridget’s little pussy is even tighter than he dreamed. He pushes firmly each time to go as deep as he can. “God.. oh god.. daddy.. you’re cock is bigger than I ever dreamed.. your filling me up.. your fucking. But we probably won’t be exclusive until I come back from Sweden. Once that happens, then yeah, no sex with anyone else ever again.”Stephanie looked daggers at me. I’d have to have a talk with her, but I couldn’t say anything now. I didn’t want her accelerating her timeline because of what I just said.A few more of our cousins came into the basement, so there wasn’t any way to continue the conversation.When the girls got up, I did as well and grabbed Stephanie and whispered into her ear, “Come.