I reach down and start to slowly touch my own cock until I'm met with another hand. "Don't touch yourself. Daddy is going to give you all the pleasu...e you need", he says. With my mund going in a million directions I answer, "Yes daddy. I'm all yours" As the words had left my mouth so easily it occurred to me that I was fully enjoying myself and that I was his. At that moment I realized that this was what I wanted all along and was happy to be getting it. To be the one pleasing another man. We have practiced and we have drilled. Now go out there and do you best.”“Sorry to interrupt, Coach; but I was wondering if I could talk to the boys for a moment, if you don’t mind?” Coach Fontana said.Coach Barrett waved his assent, and took a couple of steps back. He leaned slightly against the wall as he listened to Coach Fontana’s speech.“Men, how many of you were at the varsity game last night?” A few hands went up including Tim and his friends who had gone together. “And how many of you. There just had to be donesomething with this. And I was so fascinated by these families havingdaughters. Were these differences relying on genetics alone? Or couldthere be different approaches and upbringings? I have to be honest. Ialways wanted girls. But as a responsible parent, I kept telling myselfthat I had to appreciate the two princes, or should we say Vikings, in myhome.I pondered these questions for several years without knowing where tostart. In fact, some years ago I bought my sons. Me: Well, I won’t call you fat. It is just a little bit extra fat layers around your stomach. But I like the other areas.Z: Other areas? Like what?Me: Well, your boobs. You should be proud that you have some fat there.Z: (Giggles) Sure. Thanks. I will take that as a compliment.(She really had an awesome pair of boobs which she showed me later. I wanted to watch them like forever).Me: Well, I saw the video where I can see your lips alone if not the whole face.Z: Okay.Me: I love your lips. I.