”“Yeah, Michael ... fuck me!”I pulled her towards me, and we had our most exquisite kiss in either of our lifetimes. I rolled her over and went ...nto my fastest gear I had, causing a blur of action where we joined. It took me longer than I expected, but I had one of her legs by her head, and the dam broke again. I came so much, she wasn’t screaming, but she was very nearly out of breath.“Does ... it ... always ... feel ... this good?” she gasped.“If I am doing it right, it should Tinker Bell,” I. . 'will you respect me in the morning' ... shit. Now they were at parties or sleep overs where other women were naked or off giving blowjobs or getting ass fucked in front of 6 or 10 or even 20 people. My mom once told me how hard it was to watch somebody giving me a blowjob and not get jealous, you know, I look and that's my son, my dick, and somebody else has got it and they didn't ask me!I know all you guys (the moms quickly learned not to call us boys, it was hard on their asses) love to. ” He grunted the words through gritted teeth. He fucked my mouth with such enthusiasm that it popped out and I gasped the only word that came to mind…“Please.” “Please more or please stop?” He moved so that he was stretched out on top of me, his cock pushed into my belly.“Don’t **** me. Please.” I tried to make my eyes looks wide and innocent and pleading. He kissed me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth and stabbing my mouth with his. He tasted of toothpaste and coffee. Maybe I was the only. Her mom too, but mostly because of her behavior. He was her dad, her real and wonderful daddy and he’d been treated like shit, by everybody. But it was her own self that her daddy needed to be there for him, and she hadn’t been, not in anything like a real sense. Fuck-fuck-fuck!The bad news. She absolutely knew, oh yes, that her daddy would not want her to blame her mom. That because that was the kind of man he was. She realized it now, oh yes, she did. There was no fucking doubt about it. He.