My 16th birthday was going to mile stone memory for the wrong reasons, my mum called me into her room i came sat down where she had asked me to sit. s...e gave me present i was thinking why alone? as i unwrapped it and discovered it was a shoe box and she said "i know you have been wearing these so" it was a pair of white high heels but in a size 8 for me i hugged my mum as i asked can wear them now. i slipped them on standing in them was very arousing for me i could not hide my hard on, mum. " You can go home. That's risky in the long run, because the Sa'arm ARE coming." Jack ticked off a finger. "You can ship with your parents -- which is more or less a gimme, for as long as your father wants to put up with you. But you're going to have his kids -- which will likely take some getting used to." He ticked off a second finger. "Or you can put yourself on the market. That's risky in the short term, because of your attitude and skill set."I puzzled this out. "If I went with Daddy...". I called her in the evening and she was... off. You know? Something wasn’t right between us. We weren’t supposed to meet up that night—it’d been a long journey and I knew she’d be tired—but she insisted. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t expect us to break up. We had a long talk. A very long talk. And she told me how dancing with the guys at the ball had opened her eyes to the possibilities and she wanted to explore them. I eventually said that I wouldn’t stop her if that’s what she. Dad's snoring was constant and even, he was not disturbed by my gentle touching with my single finger, as I transferred my wetness onto his cock.I eased myself down onto my knees and bent over his manhood, cupping it in my hand as if cradling a delicacy, and kissed him with my lips, my ears listening for the slightest of changes in his snoring, there were none, and I eased his glans into my eager open mouth, my cradling hand encompassing the shaft as my tongue encircled his swollen cock head, I.