So at about nine o'clock there's a knock at the door, and there is Peter, with a wry smile on his face. I led him into the living room and handed him ... beer. My laptop was on the coffee table, still on the porn page I had looked at earlier.'Have you been watching anything interesting?' Peter asked.'I started on mature goths, but ended up looking at cock, like you do'. I laughed.'Wouldn't you like the real thing John?' With this, Peter undid the zip of his trousers, placed his hand inside, and. As I looked down ather, she smiled at me, and I had a warm feeling rush over me.Melissa fell into my arms when I picked her up, then, when I put herdown while holding her hands, she tried taking her first steps. I spenta wonderful hour playing with her, and with each passing minute I grewmore and more attached to her, and realized that if this went on forvery long, I knew that I would have tremendous trouble letting her go. Ifound myself wanting to keep the child, not because it made me feel. There was already a milky white cream building on his cock and the side of her pussy lips and thighs. Some of witch was running down the inner thighs. The camera was catching all this with precession and care. Then the camera paned out to the room and there was the other guy sitting in a chair next to the bed playing with his semi limp cock and there stood someone else but I could not see them very well. Then the camera zoomed back to the guy fucking her from behind and by now he was giving it. I closed my eyes as I heard Luke get his deterrent spanking and counting off each lick as it feel down. Hearing someone getting theirs when you knew that your had it coming too was worse then actually getting it. It seemed to last forever, but in actually it was only a few minutes. "You're done, Luke," my father said. "Get your clothes on and go to bed." I heard the dresser open as Luke got his clothes out. After a few moments Luke made his exit from the spanking room. I was still facing the.