.Is Daddy going to use my hole tonight? I don't know, maybehe'll make me wait, I don't know..I don't even think I could fit himinside me...I looked i... the mirror and said out loud, "It's not up you,whore, is it?" Oh wow, I thought..it's really not up to me, and Idon't want it to be up to me anymore...Ok get dressed slut, I thoughtand I started.First I put on the tight pinkish/purple thong and pulled it up tightbetween my cheeks, turning to make sure it sat right and surprised athow little. He took it in his hand and slowlybegan milking it and precum quickly appeared at the tip and moistened the foreskin.Stretching his cock up he exposed his tight balls to her and she moved toward them,her mouth open, tongue extended but he told her to look but don’t touch. Then helowered his cock and drawing back the foreskin a little told her to clean off theprecum using only her lips which she did dutifully, gazing up at him. He repeatedthe milking, lipping sequence a few times and she was. Well, the way we started off together.We were maybe a little older than most who meet and then marry for the first time, both of us twenty-seven, differing in chronological age by only a matter of weeks. By then, statistics tell us, most of us have married at least once, and had at least one child; and right smart of that number have divorced, many of those having already entered into second marriages.Not so with us.I was in a long-term relationship, one which began in middle school and ran. It was nice to be able to "talk" to people again, especiallyabout my favorite subject - sex.I started out looking strictly for women online, but I soon discoveredthat there weren't nearly as many women on those sites as men. The ratioreally sucked. But at least I made a few guy friends in the group chatrooms. It was a little strange at first, chatting with other guys, but Ifigured we were all there to get our rocks off and were all in a similarframe of mind. I found an odd camaraderie among the.