He was moaning and moving his head back and forth. I know I was driving him wild. I looked down watching his cock slide in and out of my tits. "Damn i..., Kali," he yelled. "You're going to make me cum." Yes, Mr. White," I yelled back. "I want to make you cum. Give it to me. Give me your cum, Mr. White. I want it. I want your white cum, Mr. White. Give it to me. All of it. I want all of it."I could feel Mr. White begin to erupt. He was close. I could feel his cock beginning to swell and he threw. “So, dad, what exactly are you saying? That you… I don’t know… want me or something?”“Tenny, after your mom died, I couldn’t date anybody. No other woman could come close to what your mom meant to me. So I decided to focus on just being the best dad I could. By the time you were maybe seventeen, we’d been spending so much time together, it almost felt like you were my wife as well as my daughter. So I thought that once you were gone out into the world, I’d find somebody just like you. But when. I was now able to reach a very concerned-looking Wendy. ‘James,’ she began, ‘those girls –‘ ‘I know,’ I interrupted. ‘God knows what we’re going to do now.’ ‘Get out of here,’ she suggested, ‘before things get any worse.’ This was good advice. I asked her to go and detach Alicia from the ardent young men surrounding her while I made my excuses to George. Our goodbyes said, the three of us headed for the car and I checked with Wendy that she had been keeping clear of the alcohol. ‘Of course,’. “Yes, ma’am,” he said picking himself up.“Drop ‘em,” I pointed at his pants.“Uh…” he stuttered a little.“Come on now, I don’t have all day. Well, I do I guess, but I’ve got other shit to do,” I said snapping my fingers at him.“Yes, ma’am,” he answered unbuttoning his jeans and bringing them down around his ankles.He was wearing tightie whities and it was adorable.“Oh, those simply won’t do,” I said standing up.I left him embarrassed, and in his undies as I went into my room. When I emerged, I.