The bar of soap was making love to me; gliding along my cunt up the crack of my ass. As he pulled forward I could feel his finger touch my ass hole an... then slide between the lips of my sex. This was wonderful.The soap was like a lover to me. Oh, I had no clue what I wanted to happen, but I did know I did want something to.His hand felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and leaned into him and kissed him full on the mouth. Our tongues played with each other. I had not kissed a man like this in a long. Mom became addicted to lots of dick that I could provide almost constantly for her, with my teenage hormones screaming and my cock seldom soft. Dad was good for once a night, possibly two if he was stimulated correctly. You see, he would lose it when he witnessed mom being subjected to any dominance, and I thoroughly dominated my mom.Dad was in Chicago, evaluating a branch office's service procedures. This was guaranteed to keep him there for at least a week while we continued with our daily. "Brad and I were snuggling, his arm wrapped around me, my head on hisshoulder, our bodies warm and breathing hard, but coming down.He'd just fucked me for the second time this evening.I have never been happier.The first fuck of the evening was up against the sliding glass door tothe patio of my hotel suite. We were both so hot and bothered, mytingles rearing like a wild horse, that his entrance into me was as sweetas wine.Muscle memory.When the skin of his helmet-shaped head touched the skin. It seemed so surreal, almost like a dream.He stepped into the skirt and pulled it up, the polyester fabric gentlystroking against his shins as he pulled it over his knees. The skirtslithered against his skin as he pulled it up over his thighs and adjustedit around his waist. He tucked the blouse in, carefully and neatly. Hethen zipped up the skirt, tightening the band around his waist. The soundof the zipper gave him chills.A warm sensation engulfed his body as he looked at Kelly Ann's skirt..