I was married, not happily, but none-the-less married. I had been involved in what is best termed a ‘Christian cult’ most of my adult life. My wif... and I had limited sexual experience. While sex was never labeled ‘bad’, neither was it something to relish. In fact, it was more than five years into our marriage before my wife would let me give her oral sex. Now, after twelve years married, we had sex maybe once every six months! (Frightening, isn’t it!) As I approached forty mid-life crisis was. I could see he was fully erect, the weapon that would kill my virginity fully deployed, waiting to strike.I thought he was going to be gentle with his little dotter, but he mounted me immediately, pinning my already-docile wrists to the bed. He stabbed at my virgin cunt once, twice, three times. I screamed in pain as his fourth jab robbed me of my girlhood, plunging his cock to the hilt in my twat. He didn't pause: He began fucking me. The pain was excruciating. I was too yung for this!"Doddy!". Man, he was a great kisser.Before I could think, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to his cock. I resisted, but he was much stronger than me. His eyes were still closed. Was he really still asleep? Was he dreaming about his fiancé? He wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking his cock with my hand. I couldn't see it as he was still probing my mouth with his tongue. His cock was the same thickness as mine, but had to be a couple of inches longer than my 6 inches. I found myself. ”I chuckled and got a drooling smile from my daughter. Anna handed me a spit towel as I made silly faces to continue entertaining our baby.“So, Ali-Beth,” I said softly, “Are you enjoying visiting daddy at his office?”She cooed back at me as her eyes focused on mine. I smiled and then turned and gave Jeryl another kiss.“You are a wonderful mother, and wife,” I said.She smiled back. “You’re just trying to butter me up, I think.”“Oh? For what?”She playfully slapped my shoulder. “Paul, let’s not.