But come on. Take this littlething out. You'll feel better," he said, big black fingers tugging myunderwear out of the way, effortlessly. Like they we...e nothing. Andthen my own little nothing was in the air. Twitching and aching. Thatmade him laugh again, and he ruffled my hair. Before passing anotherblunt to my lips. I cuddled back against him and stared at his dick andsmoked and stared at his dick. "My little faggot girl," he whispered.And I shivered.I don't remember much after that. It. I told him that i was still fucking horny as hell and needed some release. At this point he came and sat right next to me and asked could he see my dick and i said sure. so i pulled down my shorts a lil and pulled out my hard dick. He looked at it and said wow your cock looks so good. While he was saying this and staring at my dick i was slowly stroking it and had precum leaking out my dick head. after awhile of him staring he finally asked me could he feel it. I told him i've never let. She told me to shut up. I asked, “Why, can't you take it?” I started grinding my cock up and down her ass crack, just to let her know I was in control, when she stomped on my foot with her heel. That sent a stinging pain through me and made me release the hold on her. She turned around, kneed me in the stomach and pushed me down to the carpet and then she sat on my stomach, pinning my arms down with her hands. “Now,” she said, “you’re gonna be mommy's little boy one more time.” She started. I parted them and her tongue invaded. Her tongue danced a sonnet of love in each of our mouths. It was a good minuteminuet before she backed off and looked at me. “Was that inappropriate, daddy?” She asked seductively. Then she covered my mouth again and kissed me just as passionately as before.I finally stopped the kiss. It was beging to get out of control. “Abby, Abby please. You should never kiss your father like this!!” I stated flatly.“You are not my father, dad. Not really. You know that..