.. stroke it along its length (he moved her hands up and down the length of the bulge)... I'm going to release your hand... but keep doing all that to...your father's cock... please... please, darling."How could she refuse? So, Aisha started to caress, squeeze and stroke her father's cock through the slack."Thank you, darling, thank you... I'm so glad you are such a good daughter... yes, keep exercising daddy's cock."After a while her father said, "Why don't you unzip and pull out daddy's cock.... "Pussy, wimp, scaredy cat...," Missy continues and after only moments I am crumbling to the onslaught."Fine," I say with an exasperated sigh. "Help me find something cute to wear."---------------------"Egads! The blasted feds are on to me again!" I think, having caught one of them surveying me from a crack in a second story window during my approach to the apartment building. Moving quickly, I make my way up to my door, double checking my berettas concealed within the confines of my trench. Mom was moody even when she had moved in with me, but she soon grew used to her stay in a new place. She never got back to her old self, but she was happier and more content. Probably because she was living with someone who actually cared about her now. Within a couple of months, she took an active interest in my daily activities. I would return home every day after work and we would talk incessantly about our day- mostly mine- till we went to bed at night. She soon learned how to use the. During a prolonged visit with the gentleman, I learned that he had fished by himself using that boat for many years. As my visit came to an end the gentleman and I reached an agreement and I purchased his boat.Now, with a boat that was suitable for use on the ocean, I started exploring the coast of the island I was on. Strangely, something seemed to push me into exploring more of the smaller uninhabited islands in the surrounding waters, so with detailed marine charts in hand, off I went on my.