Even the limpness of my grasp was enough for daddy to feel I was holding him, and feeling his warm semen shoot onto my stomach, and pour down onto my ...aked crotch, in the darkness of my bedroom, there was a strangeness in our bonding that brought us closer than ever before, so much so, that he slid into my bed, under the sheets and we embraced each other with a warmth.Daddy was drunk, he had been all day as people came and went to celebrate my birthday, each brought a new toast to me and by the. Pay attention Layla, this is important. I couldn't help wondering what his hands would feel like?"Most writers on the site don't even bother to acknowledge them. Too bad you're not in my Creative Writing course. You would probably earn an easy "A," and I would have the pleasure of teaching at least one student with the requisite writing talent."Pardon me? The professor acknowledged my questioning stare."Oh wait, you are in my Creative Writing course. Just making sure you're listening." A warm. I focused my attention back on Shayla who was still bobbing up and down on me, fully unaware of what had just happened. I was about to explode and I wondered should I tell Shayla. I decided to say nothing. Shayla let out a loud moan and picked up the pace and next thing I knew, I was groaning as my orgasm erupted into her mouth. Shayla didnt stop. She kept working my shaft furiously until every drop of cum was gone and then she let go, gasping for air, now smiling proudly at her work reflected. He smiles and callsme "madam."I walk home, and again I say hi to Mrs. Smith next door. "Good afternoonKate," she calls back.I feel like I'm floating on air. I can feel the bounce of my boobs as Iwalk inside.I can feel a stirring down below. It feels different from an erection,and I look down and see my dress is not tenting out. But I know not totouch it."Hi beautiful!" says a voice behind me.I look around, and it is Jack.He gives me a kiss, and I wake up in shock.*****The next morning, around.