“G’night.” He cancelled the call and paced back and forth in his room.Kit fully understood the subtext of Nichelle’s words. He hated confronta...ion. He HATED it -- as much as Nichelle hated funerals -- and, that is why he procrastinated in telling his folks. But Nichelle went to her Great-Gram’s funeral -- out of love, for her and for her mom. The bottom line -- if he truly loved Nichelle as he professed -- he would tell his folks.Kit continued to pace in his room, He knew Billy was down in the. I'd been sitting there for an hour planning it all out. Going over it in my mind with almost military precision. Planning what I would say, how I would do it. Trying in my mind to overcome the crippling shyness that beset me whenever I talked to a woman I really wanted. I was a novice then. 18 years old and with only a few rushed and unsatisfying wanks from the inexperienced hands of fellow novices. But this, this was different. Susan was (and still is) my mum's best friend. And for years that. The firmness of her breasts as they pressed against my back, and the sudden exquisite sensation of Our Daughters tender lips when she enveloped the tip of my cock, with her mouth. "NOT YET, Dear. Before I Let You Cum, I want to know how all this started. What made Our Pure,Precious,Innocent Little Girl Come to Her Very Own Mother and Beg to be Used as a Fuck Toy! By Both Mommy and Daddy! Is it because She has been secretly watching Us Fuck since she was a tod dler? Is it My Fault,for being such. .. Yes Daddy...... Red!" A slap hit the left side of my face. Then the right. They weren't as playful as the other slaps, they stung more, and were firmer. Humiliation surged as I whimpered. They didn't just take the safeword away, they turned it into something to make me feel more helpless, and my clitty twitched. My ass muscles reacted, too, squeezing down on Daddy's cock, deep in me, betraying the excitement I felt to him."Good, I felt that squeeze, whore. Every time I feel that squeeze,.