“What did you want to see,” Buster inquired.“Just to make sure things are okay,” she said.“They would be if you’d still let me fuck you li...e I used to.”“I have a man!”“I was your man,” he pounded his fist on the tray table by his favorite chair. “Really, Buster?”“You know you wanted it! You were a cute li’l fag boi! Always runnin’ ‘round shakin’ dat ass.”“You’re a mess!”“Tell me you didn’t love it as you grew up. You used to tell me you loved me.”“I did! Or, I thought I did.”“You still do. You. Morgan. We finished a while ago." A long while ago, looks like to me."Robert Morgan turned his gaze upon his daughter, his cock responding to the visual stimulus in front of him. "And what do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"Lana sat nearly immobile, unable, or unwilling, to speak. "Tell me!" he demanded impatiently.Tears flowed slowly down her cheeks as she told him, "She wants to put that damned thing in my ass and I don't want her to."Lana's dad stood by the bed, silently pondering. I'll help you figure out the rest."Tentatively, I touched my tongue to the red bulb pulsing at the top of Stacey's pussy. As my tongue began to flick back and forth I wondered, Why has it taken me so long to taste pussy juice other than my own?Stacey guided my face to the places that excited her most with subtle movements of her hands. Soon, my instincts took over, and I naturally knew the spots that caused her pleasure. I started to lick her pussy like a child with an ice-cream cone.Laura. I can assure you that I'm not gay," said Dave.In the way she was teasing him with their light hearted repartee, he wouldn't mind leaning over the table and kissing her to prove that he wasn't gay. He'd like to kiss her. After saving her, no doubt, saving her life for him, yeah, he'd like kiss her. He wished he could kiss he full, red lips. Only, she's the one who should kiss him, if only to show her gratitude.Suddenly, after seeing her naked in the alley, his mind was filled with the image of.