I squeezed His manhood and laughed out loud.“I am, Sir. I am,” I squealed and got down beside Him on the couch. I was on my knees bending over Him...and I pulled His zipper down slowly as I watched His face. I was so eager because I need Him so much. I can be so greedy. He tells me I should control that, and I do, sometimes. Not always. Now I was fingering myself inside my short skirt. I never wore panties when I visited my loving father. I wanted to taste my Daddy. I struggled to pull His. Joie remembered doing the same thing again that evening and the next day with the couple. He would have enjoyed a fourth session but his holiday was cut short.Joie was brought back from his reverie as Julian climbed up on the bed and put his fat cock against the boy's cheeks and pushed against them. He started to spread the cheeks and the fat cock pushed against the open hole but the cock was stopped from entering as it was too thick. He then lubricated his fat cock and spread the cheeks wider. SimoneShip ... ShipSimone ... whatever, certainly calls for redress.I approached the rowdy, intent on teaching him manners, and called him out. The cad in no way was repentant, quite to the contrary, he considered my attempt laughable. To make matters worse, the ruffian was armed with a rather evil looking knife. I backed up two steps, he grinned ... he certainly was thinking, 'to the victor goes the spoil'...You remember last time, our hero was hard pressed against the dastardly pirate mob .... She looked entranced, like she was sitting at the feet of some prophet, hearing a message from God or something. Then she'd rewind it again, and play it once more.It was after the third time that I finally noticed she wasn't even really hearing the words. Up on the screen was a shot of me smiling happily at Charlotte, and leaning over to kiss her on the cheek right as Charlotte said " ... no matter who we have in our lives..." and the camera panned down Charlotte's curves as my hand slid slowly.