” She was calmer once I got her talking about her family.“Mom was a middle school math teacher. She HATED it. Oh, my gosh but she hated schoolroom... full of preteens entering puberty. She used to tell my father that when my sister and I entered puberty, she was sending us to Timbuktu until we were twenty-one.“My sister was boy crazy. She is a year and a half older than me and it didn’t matter what the cool kids were doing, wearing, singing, watching, or eating. She HAD to have it, eat it, wear. She had been fairly submissive so far, so when she began to fight for dominance...well he just had to put her in her place. He pulled out almost entirely out of her before slamming back into her fast and hard, this time he didn’t wait for her to adjust and kept his fast pace up, she was almost whimpering into him. He felt as she wound her legs round his waist and pulled out of the kiss, gasping for air; he bit down on her shoulder.“Daddy...Dad....please....”“Does daddy’s little girl like having. His shoes dully mirrored back the blob of his own head. It was an image that registered in his mind, but it could not take shape unless his imagination took charge of it. And he was not in any place to take charge of anything.He was not John any more, a man of power and confidence. He was Hers.He knocked timidly on the door, his knuckles feeling the shock of greasy wood banging against his bones through the thin skin. He waited a moment, and gently, shyly, opened the door, sliding himself into. Then she took me in her mouth. I reached down, trying to fondle her breasts. ‘This is just for you’, she said, ‘lay back and enjoy!’ While I’m usually not obedient, this was a command I could follow. She began to lick my cock from the base up to the top, lavishing my stiff shaft with nibbles and love bites. I took her words to heart, ‘This is just for you’, and tried to relax, to just feel the sensations. Running her hands along my groin and down my thighs, she enclosed my hot cock in her mouth.