I fucked him missionary style, so I could see his face, first slowly but then faster and faster, I fucked him longtime, just the idea for me fucking a...top guy with a tight hole made me very horny. I looked at his face, I saw not easy for him but he enjoyed it, sure was longtime. I pulled out before climax and lay down next to him. Wow was great I whispered to him, loved it. He turned me over on my belly and spread my legs and started to rim my ass, first just around my rose butt, but then. The more we wrestled, the more I would slip my hands and arms under his shirt, attempting to take him down and beat him up but at the same time feel his skin against mine and his curves. I enjoyed it, I think that's why I kept doing it so often and kept starting it, pretending like I was going to pop him one or take him down. He always commented how short I was, and that I couldn't take him down which put more fuel to the fire to try, I was just a kid, slowly becoming a teenager I didn't know. The next weekend, when the girls were at the big house and had settled down for a nap, I went in and took a sample from their cheeks. I can't imagine how I thought that they were different, but anyway I got them both. Later on, I made an excuse to use your bathroom, and I took a few hairs from your hairbrush. The DNA test results are in the documents in this envelope.As you can see, you are not their birth father. But you are their father in every way that matters. And you love them. Please. Her brow creases and her eyes beg for explanation. “Four…” I feel her body tense with indecision. Rational thought? Emotion? Which will triumph? “Three…” Her lips part once more and a wisp of air escapes before the rest of whatever thought was behind it is abruptly cut off. Frustration and aggravation sneak into the dance, joining hands with logic and reason to fend off irrational, emotional desire and curiosity. For a moment, I fear they will win the battle and the evening will be cut.