” They mean the same thing most of the time. Emotional security. Why?I knew I was there for her. Something deep in me knew she would be with me the ...est of my life. And, if she chose to leave, I would fight her leaving with all my power. Why did I not want to say it then? Was it wanting to exercise power over her? Wanting her to surrender, to kneel passively by me, dependent on my generosity and love for her? Was it a fear of commitment? Perhaps something in the very essence of my maleness, a. He then proceeded to thrust more back into the lesbians cunt. I got to see the whole thing close up and it was remarkable. Whenever he would start to pull out her pussy lips would be dragged along with him he was so large. Patti would groan and moa as he thrust into her. Every ten or so thrusts, George would pull out his thick tool despite Patti’s protestations of “ please don’t” or “ no, put it back in” and would push his dick into my mouth. I would slobber all over his dick untill he was. Are youready for more?" Mmmmm hmmmm," she hummed throatily.He pushed her head down and thrust up again, but this time Steffie wasbetter prepared for it. She kept her mouth open instead of closing herlips around his cock. As he hit the back of her throat she moaned asshe suppressed her gag reflex. This time he was able to thrust into hermouth four or five times before she had to stop for a breath."Damn, Stephanie, you have one hot little mouth," Tyler said."Do it, Ty," Steffie urged. She licked. In fact, she enjoyed it. She loved her father, and he had suffered so long for her that she figured giving him some satisfaction was the least she could do.They never talked about it. Walter never asked her to do it. They never went any further. But most every night, Donna would nurse on his cock until he spurted another heavy load onto her face.Several months after his wife left, Walter met Maggie, a nice woman his own age. Shortly afterwards, Donna met the man who eventually turned into her.