Now get back to it!" He shoved his cock back intomy mouth and forced my head onto it. He had a manly musky scent to hiscock that I just couldn't get o...er. He began to shove his monster of acock deeper and deeper into my throat. I started gagging and coughing.He pulled his cock out fully, leaving his purple head on my tongue,then thrusted his cock back in. He's using my throat like it's a pussy.I could barely breathe, but I realized that I was getting more turnedon. My erection turned rock hard,. Maybe the fake cock marital aid didn’t have any feelings but my eyes and my ears and my hips and sex and Danny’s hips and muscles transmitted their messages loud and clear. The result was dynamite.In the end the power came in my thrusts, in my domination of Danny and his cute butt, in the way I held him by his hips, and in the way I sank into him at first and thrust into him and fucked him. He was at my mercy and I loved him for it.Whew. I guess I’m still a little overheated. I’d never had. I tried to convey it in every touch, in every word (all but those three he needed to hear) and in every thing I did. ‘I… I…’ I couldn’t even finish the sentence. He sighed and I heard the door close. He had left. I felt my eyes fill with the tears I had refused to let him see. He left for a business trip and would be gone for a week, I missed him already. It killed me to have disappointed him when he was going away. The look in his eyes when I started to stutter was all I could remember.. He said, “Come on, Emmy, how much?” Like me, Emma asked, “How much what, Daddy?” He said, “Just tell me how much peanut butter and jelly you sent to Botswana.” I laughed. It was the silliest question I’d ever heard. But Emma took the question seriously. “Not much, Daddy, only thirty tons. Each.” He sat up at that. “You sent sixty tons of peanut butter and jelly to Botswana?!” She still looked innocent. “But they have to do something with all that bread they are going to make!” Donnie asked, “Do.