"You're very dear to him. He needs you and wants to depend on you to help run the company. I think he sees how you've changed since we've been togethe.... I think he gives me credit for those changes. The sex is an important part of it. You've mellowed, become more tolerant of others, and I believe you take a genuine interest in your employees. I'm not saying that those improvements are entirely due to the great sex we enjoy, either. You look to me for support. You never object to the decisions I. ” I straddled myself on top of his member and slowly lowered myself onto daddy’s cock. He was big, and it took a little bit of work to get it initially in. The head just popped in and my god I miss that feeling, that feeling of being stretched. I moaned as the rest of the cock slid all the way in, I was now balls deep, and I didn’t look back. I started to ride daddy at first slowly up and down, but after a bit of time being stretched, I picked up the pace. Our moans was now filling the little. I think I was avoiding home, alcohol, depression.Through the crowd milling around a multiplex cinema our eyes met. The connection was instantaneous, almost physical. Keira, in her jeans and pale green blouse, a black lacy camisole showing underneath, with pale red hair cascading free in soft waves, tore my breath away. My heart palpitated. My blood pressure skyrocketed. I turned away and hurried out.It didn't help.I was back at square one, in Hell. God she'd looked so pretty. Back home I drank. We did 69, and had sex outdoors a few times. However, we agreed on our favorite position being cowgirl. I thought she liked being in charge. Not that I am complaining...Neither her, or my, parents even remotely suspected our activity. Around the house we acted like brother and sister, or best friends. A couple of times when we went out, her dad let us use his car when my family took ours somewhere. He once made a comment: " What the hell did you do to get her ino a dress?" However, our sexual.