God Daddy tastes so good- he jerks me out of my erotic thought as he pushes my head hard down on him, driven by his lust and need to cum fucking my mo...th and throat with little restraint.A low growl escaping his throat, "good girl."I moan, the vibration sending a tremble through his cock and moving out over his body he groans, and roughly whispers, "Mmm fuck, you thirsty little slut, go on and grind that cunt on Daddy's shin, ride it while I take your throat."I take my command and do so with. The beach that we went to was reasonably close to where we lived. The particular beach that he picked had a fairly diverse crowd, some families with kids, but mostly kids our age, many of whom we knew, and a bunch of college kids.We arrived at the beach towards late morning and hung around a bit. We went swimming and goofed around, and we talked to some other kids that we knew. We had lunch a little early, and then he said, "Let me bury you in the sand."What the heck, I thought, so I lay down. From next day we used to call each other twice or thrice a day and I joined in Bangalore for my higher studies and the duration our call increased from half an hour to 2 hours 3 hours and after one month it increased for the whole night. Her husband works for some manufacturing company since he works in different shifts for the week of time. And our topic never headed to sex at any time and I was little sad about it. One day she called me for lunch in her home and I went had lunch together and. Well, I started to get worked up, I had been masturbating since I was 11 or 12 and new how good it made me feel. But I had not done it in my dorm room with someone sleeping 6 feet away – usually in the bathroom late at night when no one was around. I guess I should have gotten up and gone to the bathroom to take care of myself, but for some reason that night I felt that it would be safe to do it in my bed as long as I was quiet. I got under my covers and slipped of my panties. I have never.