My insides were on fore and i felt like i coukd feel his cock in my stomach. I was riding him like a little minx and all of a sudden,my cock just let ...o. And then another time I actually got really drunk and had sex with him and two of his friends at the same time. It was fairly exciting to say the least. We were all very drunk and they kept pushing me around, grabbing me and calling me princess and a little queer, and we all just strated getting naked. I went down on them for a while, and then. " Don't worry, honey, daddy will teach you how to give a great blow job." Okay, I'll do whatever you want, Daddy," she said as she leaned forward, her face now only inches away from her father's throbbing cock."Okay, luv, hold it by the base and just lick it up and down the sides like an ice cream cone," I panted out lustfully.She did exactly as I asked, her small little hand replaced mine as she held my cock. She leaned forward and I felt her wet tongue sliding up and down my thick throbbing. But that night Sia felt lonely. She missed cuddling with Dad. She missed his scent and his warmth, the comfort he provided, and his soft, gentle kisses, so loving. She missed being naked with him, bare skin pressed to bare skin, so intimate. The sleepover lost some of its appeal. She wished it was over. She wondered what it would feel like to make love with Dad - intercourse - her first and only lover. Would it be as powerful as oral sex? More powerful? How could it be more powerful? It would. If a person were to speculate on the subject, they would surely arrive at the wrong conclusion. Paul still had good looks and an athlete’s physique. His football fame brought celebrity. Those factors, and the casual sex mores of the seventies, would make one assume that Paul had many bed partners during his college years. That may have been the norm, but for Paul, it just wasn’t true. Studies and sports gave him little time for anything else. On top of that, in those days Paul had an.