He was always traveling. We were lucky to see him once or twice a month. When he was home, he was a great father. He would take my sister and me to ga...es, Greenfield Village, play catch, and go to movies. But you could tell he didn’t like being at home.When I was born on May 30th, 1969 my dad was forty-years-old. He never had being a father or husband penciled into his life plans. Besides being an executive, his family had money, lots of money. He knew his wealth was attractive to women, and he. Backing the truck up to the loading dock, he parked it, got out, and walked into the hospital.Passing the guard he said, "Have to use the toilet, I will be back."Quickly he walked through the building, and out the front of the hospital. He turned down the road, and stopping at the intersection three hundred yards away he reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed a number as he stepped around the corner. The cell phone rang and an explosion shattered the back of the. She winked at me as she opened them and began to lick and suck on my dick. She started off rather slowly, but it soon became incredibly clear that she actually wanted to deep-throat me. I relaxed and let my new companion do her thing, as it was evident that she only awaited my blessing to take my cock deep down her throat.I couldn't have stopped myself from fucking her face if I tried. I began pressing down on her head, pushing my cock in and out of her mouth. Instead of being disgusted, she. ”She obediently moved as he told her. There wasn’t enough room for Dean to straighten up behind her like he would have liked, but they’d have time for that on another occasion. He leaned over her, his chest against her back. He slid his cock into his sister’s tight hole easily. “I like this position because I can play with your tits while I fuck you. It’s also nice when we really get moving because my balls are going to hit you in the ass.” Dean started to move forward. He straightened his back.