It was an evening when nobody in their right mind would be out driving or walking in the Derbyshire Dales. The fields that surrounded the cottage were...blanketed in white and the hills beyond were obscured by the continuous snowfall.My name, by the way is Nola, a 14 year old home-alone weather orphan. Despite my age I am just about fully developed as a woman although my boobs are still growing slowly. My hair is a dark brown, straight and is cropped at shoulder length. I am 5' 7" and quite slim. His back had gone taut, the skin flawlessly smooth acrossa flexible, stretching spine. Well-worn denim--he had on nothing but a pairof tight jeans--gripped his hips as he went up on tiptoe, the seam diggingdeep into the crack between his handsomely sculpted buttocks. A frayed slitnear the left rear pocket revealed bright scarlet underpants. From the snugfit of his jeans, it would appear that his legs were going to be as terrificas the rest of him. Long. Lean. Muscular. A swimmer's legs. Or so. "I guess the reader will be wondering why I reacted as I did, but my only explanation is that I guess that I was always suspecting that he wanted to see me and I probably always wanted to show myself to him. Whatever the reason; on this night, instead of showing fear, or indignation, or crying, or showing any sign of being mad, I simply nodded nervously. Then, as he watched me, I nervously unbuttoned the rest of the buttons. Daddy's eyes had never looked so devoted, watching me intensely as I. .I LOWER ABDOMEN PRESSES AGAINS THE TOP OF YOUR HEADAND MY COCKHEAD PRESSES PAST YOUR TEETH...OVER YOUR TONGUE...AND BACK TO YOUR THROAT -NOW IN PERFECT ALIGNMENT "UUUHHHHH!!! FUCK !!! mmmMMMMM" "YOU SUCK ME SOO WELL!!!" AS YOU BEGIN TO LICK THE TOP OFMY HEADAS I SLIP BACKAND THEN I THRUST FORWARD HARDER NOW---AND BEGIN FACE-FUCKING YOU....AND TAKE YOUR HANDS INMINE...AND HOLD YOUR HANS BACKWARD---HOLDING YOUR ARMPIT AND TRICEPS IN MY WARM HANDS FORCING YOUTO REACH AROUND AND GRIP MY ASS AS.