I put the dishes in the dishwasher after we ate and my mother and I worked together in silence to clean up the kitchen. When we were finished the othe...s went in and watched television. I couldn’t stand the thought of sitting in front of the television or of being in the room with my mother and father.The trouble is that I don’t want to go to my room, either. I don’t want to be in my room and not even know if that pervert next door is staring at me. I just have to assume that he is. I feel like. I started to lick the head, then down to his balls and then took as much of it as I could into my mouth."Yeah suck it white boy, that's it. Take it all." I fought the gag reflex and felt the head push way into my throat. This was what I had wanted for so long and it tasted good. After fucking my mouth for a few minutes he asked if I had ever taken a cock up my ass. The thought of that huge cock plunging up my virgin hole was very tempting but scary."No I have never been fucked and you would. ’” “There’s a difference?” Tom asked. “Yes, a biiiiggg difference,” Brin said, grasping her dad’s cock again. Tom laughed at her double entendre and played along. “And what would that be?” “Well,” Brin said, stroking Tom’s cock and looking him dead in the eye, “one involves water.” “And the other?” “Just this,” Brin replied, releasing her dad’s cock, placing her mouth on his chest and licking him. Tom was amused by his daughter’s playfulness, but amusement became full out. A first for her. By the end of the eighth story, she was masturbating openly while reading, imagining being tied up and toyed with, like the character in the story.He was an excellent writer. He described things so well, especially the woman's fears and doubts. In the stories, his men were reassuring and firm, loving and demanding. Elaine liked every word that came from his talented pen, but she liked the men he described the best. They were at times tender and forgiving, and at others so hard.