We changed busses downtown and it was starting to rain. But we didn't do it on the bus, there was no way. I wasn't like Lonnie and I breathed a sigh o... relief. We didn't even talk very much, which was strange for me because I'm a talker.My dad told me once, out of pure frustration, "You know, sweetie, you don't have to fill in every blank space." Meaning he wanted to hear a little silence for a change. I'd largely ignored that advice and Dad lived with it."Can I ask you something weird now?" He. “Sorry about that,” said Bob.“She’s tired,” said Kathleen. “Maybe we shouldn’t have taken that walk.”“At that point, all we could do was choose when. Had she gone to sleep, she’d have had the tantrum when we woke her for dinner. And, flexible as young limbs are, I wouldn’t have known how much was sleeping on the bare boards. It isn’t the exercise; she had little on the train, though she walked the aisle more than she sat in her seat. It’s the lack of sleep. When do you respond to sleepiness by. “Christy!! What are you doing?” I pulled back, still groggy and looked down. There she was, my daughter with her hand wrapped around my pole. “Christy, oh my God”!!“What’s wrong daddy? I thought you were enjoying me sucking your cock. I know you liked it when I dry fucked you today.”I jumped out of the chair and pulled my robe together. “Christy, you can’t do this. This is wrong, this is immoral, and, this is i*****l."“Bud daddy, I want to do this for you. I have dreamed about it for a long. I had a couple of mini-cums and got real wet. After a while, I pulled away from Darnell. It was starting to get late and I figured that was enough fun and I should get going. Darnell suggested I do one more line before I take off and I reluctantly agreed. I was feeling so good and I was hornier than I’d been in months.”Darnell took out the vial, unzipped his slacks, and pulled out his beautiful shiny ebony cock. It was long and thick and gorgeous, honey. It looked like a piece of art. He asked.