”I read a few stories, was surprised how arousing they are, and I soon found myself playing with my cock just like Gary was doing. I finally asked, ...��Holy shit, Gary, are these supposed to be true stories from readers, or do you think that the ‘Penthouse’ writers just make this shit up? I can’t believe that women would cheat on their husbands like this, or in other cases, the husbands would be participating in their wives’ infidelity and doing other homo stuff.”He answered, “I’m not sure if. If Ivy was in the room, she's smile at me knowingly.Then when she was sixteen, nearly seventeen, she began doing something new. She'd take a shower then come out to the den or the kitchen, wherever I might be, a towel wrapped around her and plop down to sit on my lap.Not subtle in the least, especially moving just enough sitting there on me to get the blood pumping into my lap. She'd put her arms around my neck, leaving the towel on its own, and kiss me asking me, "How's my favorite daddy?"It. I wish I had the money to help," she said."You do, let me see your credit card," I said."Ok, just a second," she said, and started to turn and placed the glass on the desk, "here's some tea for you." Thanks," I said.She ran out of the room as I took a sip of the tea. She was back before I could set the glass down."Here you go," Charlene said as she handed me the card.Taking the card, I pulled up the bank, then the account. I almost shit myself when I saw the balance. "Do you have a PayPal. Now shut up and shut your mouth.” These lines itself made me almost to cum. She held my cock at the base and started sucking. She knew which places on our dick gives maximum pleasure and concentrated at that place (the joint between the head and the shaft). She was stroking it gently and licking it at the tip. Within no time I came and my cum fell on her face.I said now its her time to lay down and reach for the skies. I removed her top and she was wearing a thin petti coat inside. I removed.