Those names showed up in the family history also. To her friends, she was Pat. When she was younger, she was known as Patty.But once she moved out of ...he third grade in an exclusive Boston private school,she made it clear that she was Pat and not Patty. Now she was twenty one anda Junior at a prestigious college in North Carolina. For the past three years,the only time she had heard her full first name was on the first day of eachsemester when an occasional professor would read roll call. She. It was common, now, for me to talk on the phone while he ate my pussy or bent me over to take it up the ass. He especially liked to drive me to class in his Chevrolet 4x4 with tinted windows while I gave him a blow job. My day was now full of Daddy's cock. In my mouth. In my pussy. In my ass. Every day. Morning, noon or night. I loved it. We just never spoke of it. There were no secret looks. We didn't snuggle or giggle together. And, unless we had the house to ourselves, we hardly made a. Marnie tried to clear her mind, banish images of Anderson fucking someone else. If he was, there was nothing she could do about it. And yet, she had to get to the bottom of it, of that she was certain. The wine finished, she undressed before getting into bed, vowing to catch Anderson out. She decided on an early start in the morning. She would wait outside Anderson’s apartment block. Wait all day if she had to, on the premise that she might catch him with some slag who was enthralled by her. Her hips shuddered, her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes shut, her pussy muscles rippled on my cock as the orgasm hit her in waves. I held still till the orgasm subsided. Then she relaxed and fell back in to bed and opened her eyes with a big smile. She pushed me and rolled over sitting on the top of me impaling herself on my dick. She moved up and down for some time. Then she got off and took my cock in her mouth. She began sucking me vigorously. Soon I could not hold myself back. I told.