" Well, before you keep complaining, you may want to look at your otherchoice. It's Mount Saint Mary's." That's a girls school, mom. I thought you sai... they weren't girls'schools. I don't want to go to either one. I want to go to regional." Regional is out of the question. And only one choice is a girl's onlyschool. Mount Saint Mary's has a wonderful reputation. And they have areally good girl's soccer program too. You have to decide on eitherMount Saint Mary's or Bridgeton."I guess I would. "Yeah... I mean come in." He replied.Sara opened the door slowly, stepping in cautiously. She had her hair wrapped in a towel, turban style, and had put on a nightshirt; long and loose but made of a soft thin cotton that acted almost as a second skin. She nervously stepped into Marks room, looking around as if to see if anyone else was there."What cha doin?" She asked."Nothing, really. Just sitting here." He replied, uncomfortable with the idea of telling the truth to her. "What's up?" Oh.... " More?" More," she said, wiggling her thinly arched eyebrows."But I can't," I almost screamed, realising what Stacy was implying."Anyway, it's against the rules." You won't be the first one to break that rule," said Stacy. Then quietlyand gently asked, "But that isn't your problem, is it?" No," I said quietly, tears filling my eyes, ashamed of my reaction."Let's go for a walk, so that we can talk about this privately," suggestedStacy, rising from the red cushioned bench.As we walked towards. So I couldn’t help but to stare. My father looked at my face and asked,“So is this your first time seeing one?” he was referring to his dick.“Yeah, I mean I’ve seen plenty online, daddy, but this is my first time seeing one in person.” He didn’t say anything else as I stroked his enormous DICK back and forth with my hand. I reached down, and began to use my second hand on him. He responded with another groan. I twisted my hands around it as I jerked him off. I felt his whole body begin to tense.