Working side by side with him, I couldn't helpbut notice. And it was having an effect on me. At night my sexual fantasylife was limited to thoughts of...breaking the strictest of all the sexualtaboos. I was hungering for my old man's fat cock.Then just as we were finishing up on the second cabin's roof tragedystruck. Dad was coming up the ladder with a stack of shingles slung on hisshoulders. Just as he reach the roof line, as he was about to step off theladder, his foot got twisted up and. My tail swishing more, I grinned, padding closer to Master’s dick. My claws extended from my fingers for a moment. I felt like a kitten again, staring at a snake I wanted to pounce on and play with. I wiggled my butt.And attacked.My hands seized his shaft in my hands, lifting it up to my hungry lips. My tongue ran up his shaft, sliding past my fingers, and up to his crown. Mistress’s tangy juices lingered on his dick, faint but still there.And so yummy.His shaft twitched when I reached the. Besides, I always tip the waitstaff, even for a glass of water. They notice that, and after the guests have left, and we are packing up equipment, I can get all I want to drink, and sometimes more, if the bartender happens to be a little horny, for free. I sipped my water, and checked my watch. Six-ten. Time was moving so slowly, it seemed. I set my glass on the bandstand, and went to the Men’s room. As I unzipped my trousers at the urinal, I suddenly realized I was slightly swollen. Thinking. Mary Beth and I must have fucked three times that night. I know we did the usual, missionary and doggie. Then I ended up spending the night with her but had to get up and run next door to my place in the morning to shower and get ready for hosting our Georgia-Ole Miss game tailgate party.Mary Beth knew that Jennifer was going to be my date for Saturday but that didn’t stop her from coming over with Katie and Kelli for the tailgate party. Actually Mary Beth made it easier because she brought a.