Slipping her hands down, she starts to soap my balls, rubbing the smooth flesh of my sac between her fingers. My cock starts to harden as she soaps m... balls and her hands transfer onto it, sliding up and down its full length. I, in turn, pay attention to her back, running my hands up and down onto her buttocks, where I slide my soapy fingers over her cheeks, squeezing them gently as I go.“Now…turn around!”Her sudden, forceful demand makes me jump as she turns me by the shoulders, my back to. With fingers curled into her and my tongue roaming freely and purposefully around her lips, her clitoris and her darker parts I worked; I worked with enthusiasm and total focus. I knew I had achieved my aim when everything about her went tight: her legs around my back, her fingers in my hair and her tunnel around my fingers. I was not sure if she had climaxed when I had ridden her leg downstairs. If she had it had been muted and controlled but this, this was something different. She lifted me. The summer of 1976, America's Bicentennial, and I was sixteen years old. Iwas lucky enough to have found a job at a cafeteria style steakhouse. Thepay wasn't great, but the people who owned it made up for it by making mefeel like part of their family. In the few short months I had worked forJim and Lori, I had learned as much as I could from them about working ina restaurant. They in turn, instilled in me a passion for the industry,and an eagerness to learn more. Which also inspired me to learn. " I was suddenly very grateful that we were almost back at my house. She seemed to fall asleep on the way there, and as we pulled in to the driveway, I nudged her shoulder gently "Princess, we're home." "Okay" she muttered, not doing anything about it. I sighed and got out of the car, going around to her side and sliding her out. I picked my baby girl up like I used to when she was a child and began to carry her toward the house. "Daddy?" she croaked"Yes Princess?" I don't feel very good." I.