I withdrew slightly and reinserted to ease the way, and immediately blew my load. It was so tight, and I had waited so long, that I couldn't control i... at all. The fact is that Jamie was happy, because she didn't want any more, but said she was short-changed because she didn't get off. My fingers and tongue immediately handled that task with mutual satisfaction being achieved. "Tomorrow is another day," she said with a wink, and I could feel little ole "big boy" getting ready again.. ”I went to my room and lay down in my bed. In no time, with the thoughts of what had just happened and the smells still lingering in my senses, my cock again exploded with that white gooey stuff. This time erupting over my belly, chest, and up across my face. Thinking about what my Mother said, I scooped it all up with my fingers and dutifully placed it in my mouth holding it in my mouth to getting the most from the flavor. My mother was right, I could get used to this.Fortunately, over the. Even though I can't see it, I can imagine your long finger probing your puckered rear hole; first circling the entrance, and then pressing in and out and matching the pace of your other hand. I want to rub my massively swollen clit so badly. I want to copy your slow strokes, by shoving three fingers in my hot, little hole, but for now, I just watch. I happen to gaze up to your face. I've always thought that a person cumming was the sexiest thing, and I wanted to see your face, as you shot. I could feel some stir on my crotch from his shorts which gave me amazing enticement. “Should I tell you why your mom doesn’t allow you to drink?” Dad spoke while still keeping me pressed against his warm body. “Yes dad” I replied without making any effort to get out of his arms. The hardness of his manhood was increasingly arousing me and I could feel the bliss and ecstasy at my clitoris. “Your mom believes that alcohol makes people bold” He said boldly. “What is wrong in being bold, dad?”.