"THE FUCK? MEN DON'T HAVE SLUMBER PARTIES," came his response. "No no, da-" FINE JUST GO!"There was no point in explaining anything to my father, he w...s just to narrow minded. I went up stairs to clean up and pack my things.A half hour later I was riding my bike to Hannah's. She only lived about a mile from my place, and before long I arrived. Hannah's father was a lawyer, and could afford a very large house for his family, one I was impressed by every time I saw it. Today however, something. Watching him suck on her fingers was all she needed to know. "I bet it's even better if you skip my fingers. You've already tasted me, Tommy. You might as well go to the source. Just one lick."She could tell he didn't want to say no. She leaned back and raised her hips, offering up her pussy to the excited man in front of her. It was all he could take. Her lowered himself between her thighs and slowly licked his way up her slit, savoring the fragrance and the feel of her moist cunt."Oh, that's. Just ... just forget about that.”“Yeah, sure, if you say so.” She seemed a little deflated. “What if I’m in love with you?” she added. “Am I supposed to forget that, too?”Larry felt himself flush again. He couldn’t help thinking back to her ‘if you weren’t my father’ comment earlier. The statement she’d left hanging. Now, he couldn’t help thinking the same thing: if she weren’t his daughter he’d pull those luscious tits out of her top and nuzzle them for hours. He didn’t know what to say and. That had been eight months ago, and Spal’s stomach had spun whenever he’d let his fat, queer, acne ridden cousin sodomize and lick him?but he knew he wanted to have a legitimate ?guy? party. When Luce had started school at Buttermilk State, Mother had actually gotten Spalding a pager, and whenever Luce called Spal, he’d go over to Luce’s dorm and suck him off, whatever he wanted?it was pure torture!Spalding thought with horror of his last ?private family? party. Mother had invited her friends.