I am surprised how much I like the touch of it. So different than my own .My right hand strokes this beautiful shaft, I love the veins, I love... how ...lose it is to my face.I can't, I will be beyond the point of no control.But, what if I just kiss it? It is not like I have tasted it?I lean forward, and my lips make contact. I rub it over my closed lips. Just one taste?It can't hurt, can it?My tongue slides under the head, I can feel the contours of the bottom of its mushroom head.I explore the. I kissed all around before exploring her with my tongue. First silent and still, then she gently rocked her head from side to side, breathing heavy and groaning quietly with her eyes closed. She seemed lost in the moment as I looked up at her lovely face. I probed further into her, faster then slower teasing her then satisfying her. The momentum gained pace as I pushed her thighs against her to be closer and deeper. She let out a muffled shriek and cried out "oh fucking hell yes". She had let. " Stacy was running her hands down her stomach and slid her fingers into her pussy. Craig leapt up and grabbed his daughter's hands, pinning them over her head. He buried his tongue in her mouth, passionately kissing her. She kissed him back, letting her tongue explore his mouth. Her tits were pressed against his chest and she felt him positioning himself to slide his cock in. Stacy wrapped her legs around his waist but he pushed them back open and pulled himself to his knees. He grabbed her by. I also heard a voice from inside me that was telling me that I loved Max. I loved him not just as my friend, but as a man and a woman love each other. These two voices argued as my body won out and did want it pleased. We stopped kissing and I looked up at him with my most innocent expression in my life. He could see my breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath I took. He hesitated for a moment, as if he was unsure that this was all really happening. At that moment, everything could have.