“I want to see you.” Slowly I pull the blanket aside, but your grip tightens, resisting. I become more insistent and you relent. After all, this i... my gift. “Sit up.” Your eyes refuse to meet mine, but you comply. “I can’t believe I am doing this.” “You’re doing this because you want to.” “I’ve wanted to for a long time.” “Look at me.” Your eyes finally meet mine. And a faint smile grows. “Do you like your gift?” What can I say in answer? It is more than a gift. It is a statement of the courage. ” He struggled to get up as he rose from his chair. As I turned to look at him, my eyes never got past his crotch. He was rock hard as I could see the thick outline of my daddy’s huge cock. His cock looked huge to my young teenage eyes. My pussy moistened as I stared at his throbbing member as he turned and walked to the stairs. As I heard him enter his bedroom, I sat up and leaned back against the couch. My right hand moved inside my shorts, under the elastic band of my panties, down. Then I started to lick up and down his long shaft. He then told me to lick his balls. He said that he hoped that they were sweaty and dirty for his dirty, cock sucking slut whore. Yes, they were sweaty, but that tasted even more delicious. I love the flavor of my man! Then he told me to show him how much I wanted to fuck him by sticking my tongue in his ass as far as I could. Lucky for both of us I have a long, eager tongue and will do anything to please him.Next he ordered me to take my. And as conservation led on I released that she wasn't some teen or some stupid junk y teen girl, rather very smart and very polite lady.After 6 minutes we said "bye" to each other. Tomorrow i forgot everything. I did my usual things during a day.At evening about midnight and quarter the cell phone had rung again. That was she again ..Sarah..I said "Good evening Sarah" instead Hello...She prizes in laughing and said "hi Alex".We were chatting about 3 hours.She was married 41 years old, librarian.