Rules of engagement: Glenn and Chris were watching ESPN in the family room when I emerged from my bath, squeaky clean and refreshed. I wore a pair of ...hite daisy duke shorts that highlighted my long legs, and a red t-shirt, and my nursing bra. I considered going braless, but decided the risk of my breasts leaking was too great. I glanced in the mirror on the door of the entryway closet as I passed by. I liked the way I looked with my long legs and swollen breasts. Chris and Glenn were silently. ...until i was out with henry, my secret daddy, outside the restaurant , they had rent the whole place and the backalley was quiet , he whispered in my ear it was time for dessert before walking outhe light his cigarette, pushing me against the brick wall , my knees failing under his pressure his zipper open, my treat already up and glorious , wrapping my mouth around his tasty bbc , looking up at him smilling ''good boy, work for that dessert boy, comon like this we gotta be quiet , i dont. ”I felt so good, and was ready to be fucked. Nick took his big, fat dick and jammed into my anus.“OH MY GOD!” We both said simultaneously.“Oh yeah! OH YEAH! UGH! UGH!” Nick said as he jammed into me with giant thrusts. It felt so good. Even after I had just had the orgasm of my life I still felt incredible. How did it feel? If you’ve ever taken your finger and pushed it through your anus and it feels good? Imagine that times a billion. If feels so freaking incredible. The baby oil made his dick. It was true. He’d sit and have little imaginary tea parties with a daughter. He’d throw a ball with a son.“I know what you mean. I’ve got two kids, a son and a daughter. They’re in high school now. The boy is going to graduate this year. He’s been accepted for West Point,” Dale said with more than a little pride.The Indian dropped back and got into a car. Although there wasn’t a ring on Dale’s finger, Mike asked, “Did you go to West Point?”“Nope. I am a Marine,” Dale answered. He looked around.