She would of sucked me off until I shot my load down her throat if I let her but I wanted that sweet wet cunt on my cock, I pulled her up off my cock ...nd over onto my body.“Daddy wants me to fuck him, mmmnnnn, yes please, I’m so wet for cock”She was on me and guiding my cock up into her waiting hole, and fuck she was dripping wet, it slid straight up her as she forced herself down to take it, the night before she’d rode me slow, today she was wild, riding like it was the last cock she would. Daddy reprimands me for this when I do it, but he also likes it. I can tell because he pulls my skirt up to rub his cock on them before I leave for class. Daddy likes to leave them a little sticky and think about me sitting there in class with all those other clean boys and girls.Daddy loves my tits, too. When he puts his hands and mouth on them, he talks about how sorry he is for the other girls who don't have daddies who adore them. Sometimes I think he wants the people walking by us in. Chloe and I have been married 10 years. We’ve always had a good sex life, not that adventurous, but close and satisfying. Chloe has always been the shyer of the two of us and I have a more outgoing personality. We're what I'd describe as a good looking couple, not beautiful, but definitely not ugly. I work in the music industry and Chloe is an interior designer. We look after ourselves and dress well, but Chloe has always had a confidence problem about herself. What woman hasn't? On the night. “You still need to sign for that parcel.” ...ooOoo… A little while later, after Thomas had gone to finish his round and I had had a shower, I finally got around to looking at the post. The parcel was for my daughter--something she had ordered online, I assumed. The letter was for me. It seemed to be from my sister Mari. And it seemed long. There were pages of it. I was sitting in the kitchen wrapped in my towel as I started to read. Dearest Sister, I call you that, but maybe after you have read.