They just got more intense. I masturbated thinking about him for relief, but that only made me want to have sex with him more. I had dreams about him ...oming to my room and getting on top of me and having sex with me all night long. I would wake up with a wet vagina as I found myself rubbing my vagina over and over. I dreamed about him shooting his hot cum in me, and me sucking his penis and feeling his warm cum in my mouth. I could almost feel him licking my vagina, and making me climax over. His right hand against the front of his jeans, stroking slightly, barely masking a growing hardness within his clothing. Tiffany breathed deep, causing her breasts to rise and fall. The mans eyes widened still further and rose and fell in concert. Tiffany was shocked again but this time by her own reaction and by the pleasure she was gaining from the attention. As if awaking from a dream he suddenly looked flustered as his eyes moved from her chest to her eyes. He looked away quickly, clearly. .. she bent down and carefully reached out with her tongue, catching the fluid on the tip. A faintly salty but otherwise pleasant taste swirled in her mouth.What the fuck was she doing? She'd put her tongue on her daddy's dick! Goddamn, this was wrong on so many levels!But even as she was in shock at her own daring, she was moving to take his cock in her mouth.She knelt at the edge of the bed, carefully, slowly, leaning on it, bending her head lower. Not wanting a dry spot to catch and wake him. " See that is how my parents were, too," Allie said. "I mean, my real parents. I was only 13 when my Dad died and my Mom cracked up. I was at a friend's house for a slumber party and my house caught fire. My Dad never even awoke, I was told. He died peacefully in his sleep. My Mom never forgave herself for getting out alive. They would help me make a good decision but they didn't force their views on me. My aunt and uncle – my father's sister and her husband – were not that way at all. It was.