From there we set up a glory hole in an old maintenance shed in the woods near the school. I became a cock sucker for some of the juniors and seniors ...n the football team, including my son. I just love sucking that teenage cock and feeling and tasting their cum shooting into my mouth. One day I was sucking Tommy in the shed and he saw a scar on my hand which let him know it was me who was the cock sucker. He got very angry with me for being a cock sucker. As part one of the story ends he takes. No clue.”At my response her attitude changed, no idea why. “Do you need anything?” Her gentle question instead of the harsh tone, unsettled me.“Nah, I will be fine by myself.” I replied halfheartedly. At my response, she nodded and did a quick chant before she slowly levitated back across the river. ... On second thought, maybe there was something they could do for me. I dove into the river and swam hard diagonally to keep my barring of where the soldiers lined up and made it across the river. I somehow managed to remain cool and say, " Well ma' am, what about it". ( I am the bee’s knees). She replied, " I am tired of my husbands mediocre penis, and you have just the change I’m looking for and I will not take no for an answer." She got up and walked around her desk, got to my chair and dropped to her knees.*****As she undid my pants, all I could think was "FUCK!!'" And there was not a more beautiful moment than when she saw my hard, throbbing, thick and stout manhood. A tiny gasp. ” The second half of the opera passed in a blur for me. My focus wasn’t on Christine or the Phantom, my focus kept being diverted by my daughter’s legs. The midi-dress was riding high on her thighs, near the junction of her legs. She was animated as she followed the plot, every time she moved, her legs attracted me. The top edge of her sheer stockings was revealed by the skirt inching high, occasionally I got a peek of smooth, bare skin. I felt slimy watching her, but I couldn’t resist. .