She says it gratefully, happily. She recites it but not for a test in school. She takes pleasure in saying these words."You like being Daddy's fuck ...lut? Sex pet? Nasty, dirty, filthy cum bucket?" No Daddy." No?"I'm not surprised by her response."No Daddy, I LOVE being Daddy's sex pet, Daddy's little fuck slut. Daddy's nasty, dirty, filthy cum bucket, cum dumpster."I smile. I brush my head across her forehead. She purrs. I walk back to check on her pussy, leaning down i can already tell. After she had cleaned up the kitchen she sat down and had a cigarette with me. Something about the German accent gets me hot blooded. ‘So what are you doing tonight?’ I inquired. ‘Vell, I haf to come back in vor dinner.’ ‘Damn, double shifts suck.’ I hollowly commiserated. ‘Ja but later tonight I’m going to a jazz club, there’s going to be a good show put on.’ which was quickly followed up with ‘wouldn’t you like to come with me?’ This illustrates how much capacity I have for blundering. ..you're a good little boy for me aren't you?" You want me to play with your fat cock?"She continued to speak as her two hands manipulated my organ like a fucking piano, playing a concerto for all to see...my head was definitely back singing and moaning the tenor and alto section.Then, just as suddenly, she stopped, and squeezed my balls. My ever increasing orgasm sank faster than a Lindsay Lohan album.I grimaced in pain as she looked into my eyes and stood up. "What the fuck...?" Came out of. After church on Sunday Mrs. Johnson pulled her pickup into our driveway. Even though we call it our front yard it is on the side of the house and pretty much hidden from the road. Mrs. Johnson got out of her truck and removed her clothes, tossing them on the seat.Mrs. Johnson asked, “So who gets to put some lotion on the parts that have never seen the sun. Mom tossed me the tube of sunscreen and suggested SPF-30 for the first time. Bobby smiled as I rubbed lotion on Mrs. Johnson’s breasts, ass,.