Please let me..." she moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back onto my shoulder. I could smell the girls arousal and feel her tremble under ...y hands. "Let you what? What do you think you can do to persuade me to let you off?" I asked. I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted her to beg. "Please, sir... please let me suck your cock..." she said. A shiver ran through her as she said it, and she gasped afterwards at her own words. Pinching her right nipple hard enough to bring out a squeal. My ex had told me that I was a lousy lover, and what with all of her experience, I believed her. The sisters helped me to see that Belinda was the one at fault, not me." I didn't mean any disrespect Ken. I really am thankful to them. You are a fantastic lover and I feel great right about now." Thank you, but I have to ask; is tonight a one time thing, or are you hoping for more Barb?" I would like to see you again Ken, but at the same time I don't see myself as settling down just yet. I'm doing. I slurped and licked it and then felt daddy tense up a lot and then, he said he was about to cum and that if I was scared to just stop. He tensed up some more and I felt a rush of hot, wet goo shoot in my mouth! I knew he had cum and at first, it kinda scared me but I liked the texture and taste and it filled my mouth till I had it spilling out, all over my chin. I kept sucking like I had been taught and licked the residue from his shaft when he pulled it out, daddy told me to open my mouth so. I, like most good christian boys, got married at a young age, saving myself for this one special lady. Marriage was good for the first couple of years, we were best friends and we had lots of sex. That led us to having k**s. While our carefree k**less friends were going out of town, taking in shows, traveling to exotic place that you see in magazines, we were stuck home, while our friends dressed fancy, we dressed in mostly sweats. k**s are the greatest disaster, they are like an atomic bomb.