"Daddy," I said. "Remember how I told you how I used to drink my own cum? Well, right before my orgasms I would get a cup ready . . . . I would drink ...t like milk." Is that so?" Dad asked, breathing heavily. Dad smiled down at me and put his hands in my hair, behind my head. He rolled my hair between his fingers.I bent my neck again and spread my open lips around the head of his cock. I took it in until I felt the tip of it press softly against the farthest part of the back of my mouth, briefly. .. or something like that." What made you think that was what I had in mind," she said seriously."Nothing," he sighed. "I just wanted you to know. If we're not meant to be, then tell me. I can handle it. I won't like it, but ... I can handle it." No you can't," she said, draping her arm over his chest. "I know you well enough now, Michael. You're too much in love with me to be able to walk away unhurt. That's not my ego talking. That's just a fact. That's who you are and that's who you've. She sat at the end of the bed and was looking very shy. I asked her to come beside me. She didn’t do as I said, so I had to pull her. While doing so, she inclined towards me and was almost on top of me. She just let her body fall on me!I pulled her up towards the pillow and there she was sleeping on my bed beside me. I hugged her and started kissing. She didn’t respond for a while.She didn’t resist either, she was simply not responding. I kissed her for a while and then finally she slowly. . Wanting you forever, til the very endMy love for you can’t be wrongStill wanting you - wanting you -Always wanting you - wanting youThey were still standing and applauding when I stared playing my next number... I can’t stop loving you ©1957 Don GibsonI can’t stop loving youSo I’ve made up my mindTo live in memoryOf such an old lonesome timeI can’t stop wanting youIt’s useless to saySo I’ll just live my lifeIn dreams of yesterday.Those happy hoursThat we once knewThough long ago,They still.