We dance cheek to cheek for hours… or perhaps only a few minutes. It doesn’t matter, we get lost in the moment and in each other. ‘Kissa,’ I ...hisper. ‘Yes baby,’ you whisper back. ‘It’s perfect.’ ‘What’s perfect?’ you ask. ‘Everything,’ I say softly in your ear, ‘the mood, the music… you…’ ‘I disagree,’ you say as you step back from me, ‘There’s something else that would make this evening even better. C’mon.’ You take me by the hand and lead me to your bedroom. Once inside, we put our arms. I didn’t voice those thoughts right then, though. It might jinx things, because ultimately, we’d still prefer to keep Dad alive.I kept trying, while Vera, Alex, and Zoe all tried mouth-to-mouth. When the emergency team arrived, they found Dad as cold as ice and not breathing at all, my every attempt vain and useless. They took over for several more minutes, but nothing seemed to work. They check Dad’s pulse. Nothing. Nada. Gone. He literally had no pulse at all, not even faint. They shook their. Now I don’t want to relive that, but the thought of a man having his way with me, taking away my choices, and making me have his baby is kind of liberating. To me. You think what you want and don’t bitch too much about it because, after all, you’re reading this on an erotic stories website – if you want G-rated stories that contribute to the morality of the nation you’re in the wrong place. Go away. Since the events of ‘Milestones’ I’ve had a couple of screwed up relationships which were. He pulled my head back so that just the head of his d*k was in my mouth, and sent a large, warm, superb amount of sperm into my mouth, and out, over my face. I swallowed it greedily, and licked him clean. He then turned around and spread his cheeks. I put my face into his crack and began licking his an*s. Once a few minutes had past, m***r took her tongue out of my butt, and I was told to switch to her. I removed my tongue from my f***r's butt, and turned around to see m*m waiting with her.