Very sticky wet and more was coming out as I moved my finger over it. “Yes, that is it. Yes sweetheart. My little girl. Yes just keep doing that. Da...dy loves how your finger feels rubbing the tip of his dick.” I continued to do this rubbing and he continued to get wetter and wetter and the rod grew. It sprung to life in small jerks that sent it rising higher but never quite high enough to point to the heavens. The only thing I couldn't imagine is putting this thing inside me. Almost as if. " Were you close to letting him fuck you?" he asked."I'm not sure...I did think about it." I mumbled.This really sent Trent into orbit we ended up screwing like teenagers again. And for the rest of the week we relived our game with Steve over and over. I was always horny and couldn't seem to get Steve out of my mind. Each time we had sex I would superimpose Steve's face over Trent's and screw him like I was putting on a show to show him how good I was in bed. Trent was really eating up this. “Open your mouth,” I said as I gently removed her glasses.I traced the tip of my cock over her lips. Her mouth was open and the tip of her tongue reached out to touch me. She let out a soft moan as I eased the length of it into her mouth and down her throat holding it there to let her feel each dull throb as it got thicker. I eased it back out of her mouth so she could take a breath then all the way back in. I rested my hand gently against her throat as she took it all the way down. She has. I was set for the drive home. Bach played softly and my mind strayed to the recent past. I was embarrassed at how I carried a chip on my shoulder despite parents who were grounded and unsullied by wealth they had created all by themselves and created jobs and put in their hard earned well deserved fortune back in the community without any ostentatious ceremonies. What a difference three years could make. No in fact, what a difference a weekend three years ago could make.I was not jumping up and.