But I wasn't that guy. As nice as Kathy was, she was, at least for me, a practice girl. Shit, if Kathy had been patient and waited a few more years, I...probably would have married her. But what I wanted most in life then was an advanced degree and a ticket out of that small town. I didn't bust my ass in the first phase of college to end up working in the local Factory.I took Kathy's hand in mine and looked up into those big pretty eyes and did some acting of my own. "Kath, Honey?" I said. "Uhm. "What time is it?" Blinking a couple times, I found the clock above thefireplace and saw it was 8 am."Oh wow, I got about seven hours of sleep." I stood up and stretched."What time did you get home?" I asked. My time with Ayumi and Natsukomade the night better. Natsuko was thrilled to have someone not onlyinterested in communicating with her, but someone that had an interest inher culture. She was even more surprised to find out where I received myexposure to Japanese culture. Most of. Then we would both masturbate together. I posed first. Dad really got into it as he had me pose in thelewdest of positions. And while he never touched me, he would gethis nose close enough to my slit that his glasses would fog up.He also asked me to stick my finger up my cunt and then into myasshole. I complied willingly with both requests. His fiveminutes stretched into almost ten but I was enjoying it too muchto complain.When it was Dad’s turn to pose, he was a good sport about it. . His right hand slid from my shoulder, to the back of my head. He simply rest it there at first, his fingers exploring my red hair, giving me goosebumps of pleasure. He was waiting to see if I would push it away. I didn't.He took over, controlling the pace and making me work harder, sliding my lips up and down him. It wasn't just my panties that were wet now, now my jeans were damp between my legs.He grabbed the back of my head, firmly and held me in place. He pushed his cock into my throat, I.