Fucking her till herr mind can only process four words, fuck, daddy, and don't stopthen I'd slow down much to her disagreementShe'd whine and try to...make me go fasterbut i'd take it slow sometimes going in as hard and fast as i can only to pull out slowlyand fill her again playing with her pleasure making her want it, need itand i would give it to her go fast and hard for a while and then back to slow and sensualcausing her brain to overload with the pleasure and sensationid see her start to. I finished just about all the prep-work pretty quickly afterward and just continued the banter about movies and classes from my chair at the table as she flitted about the kitchen. If I'd tried to help more, I'd have just been in the way. Cooking was never an interest of mine, but Mia loved it. Later while we ate, I loved it too. She clearly was very good at putting a meal together.As the food, the name for it I gave up trying to pronounce, was generously dished out Mia beamed at me, “hope you. It must have been the combination of the story that I'd just finished reading and what she was hanging on the line, but my cock, already hard from the story, got even harder as I watched her hang her washing out. She must have been washing her smalls as she a pegged out a selection of panties, bras and even a couple of suspender belts and I began to imagine what she'd look like in them. As soon as she'd finished and gone back indoors, I got the magazine out again and re-read the story, this. I had no realidea how to get it all off without Abbie's help, and I didn't think she'dbe in the best mood this morning.I settled on jumping in the shower and trying to get most of it off inthere, whilst I wondered how best to approach Abbie today. I knew I'dhurt her last night by getting sensitive about my penis size. I also knewthat that wasn't the main issue, and that it had all evolved from thatone comment about my dick being small into a question of whether or not Ithought Abbie loved me. I.