And then I want you to cum down my throat and feed me your cum. And I will swallow it all like a good little boy daddy.'Mmmm, daddy is gonna cum Sam. ...atch daddy cum on himself.'Sam intently watches his dad getting ready to blow. 'ffuuuuuuck' Sam's dad whispers, his stained expression changing to one of pure bliss. His eyes roll back and his tongue hangs out of his drooling mouth making him look like a sex-addicted animal. His hands stops at the base of his dick holding it firmly causing it to. All I could see was the top of her head. "Twist her nipples," the man said. The old woman's dress buttoned up the front, and I unbuttoned the top two buttons to release her floppy tits. Grabbing one nipple, I twisted it, and she moaned. "Harder," the old man said, "Pull on them. She likes that." Nipple torture has never been a thing for me, but it seemed the old man was directing, and his wife was enjoying, so I went to to it, twisting her nipples hard, pulling them up until her breasts were. All I know is that, in the boiling cauldron of my nascent sexuality, all sordid fantasies began at the tips of Laura's perfect toes. I'd lost count of the times I'd thought of those delicious treats as I played with myself in the dead of night, shuddering to a climax at the thought of pressing my nose into the space behind her toes, gorging myself on the exotic taste of her soles, smothering my face in the exquisite softness of her nylon soles. Because Laura always wore nylons, without. "Once again she felt herself doing what he wanted and together they entered the musty, wooden structure. Michael had brought along a torch that he now clicked on, illuminating the inside. She could still see nothing of interest but Michael went over to an old battered armchair and pulled it into the centre of the floor. He pointed the torch at the ground and she saw the outline of a small trapdoor, no bigger than a cat-flap, where it had been opened then closed again disturbing the dirt that.