”“Yeah, lots. But I’m in some of them and I don’t want to spoil your appetite.”“How do you know you won’t do the opposite?”“You are ... glutton for punishment. Okay, give me a second.” She brought up a photo of Matt posing naked in the kitchen. “I need to pee,” she said. “If you have any questions, save them for when I get back.”I was glad she’d left me alone with the laptop. It gave me time to compose myself. I have to admit I was disturbed by the photos of Matt. It was like seeing something I. You laid right back and he lifted your legs onto his shoulders to push deeper still. You felt the rising inside you again as you neared another climax but he too could tell and stopped. He seemed determined to get everything out of you he could and not let this end yet. He took your hands and pulled you to him, placing your hands around his shoulders, the scooped you up and carried you across the room impaled on his thick tool. As he reached the soft leather couch he turned and lowered himself. I didn't move. "look at me" he said again, more sternly. I slowly turned to face him, head hanging in shame. His eyes moved from my own, and then down to between my legs, where my small hands desperately tried cover my pulsing dick, to no avail. I could feel his gaze directly on my erection, knowing that he was staring directly at it only seemed to further excite it as it violently throbbed under his stare. I looked up to him, and I think I saw him smirking at me, but it was hard to tell. The three lunched together, and Michelle went back home afterward. Amanda took a bath after his morning in the lake, and was still excited about returning home. ‘Daddy, do you like my friend Shelley?’ ‘Yes, punkin’. I do.’ ‘Did you kiss her while I was gone?’ ‘No, sweetheart. I only have kisses for you.’ ‘That’s nice, Daddy, but you need a girlfriend. Grammie says that a lot.’ ‘Well, it’s OK Grammie says that, but I’ll be the judge. Do you know your uncle Hoot is sick?’ ‘No, Daddy. Is he in the.