He was standing facing towards me with the water behind him giving him a misty halo. He was smiling, damp hair down in his face and water dripping off...his chin. His penis was fully erect and covered in soap; I believe I caught him mid-wank because his hand was still slowly moving up and down his shaft. Being the first penis I had seen outside of a web video, I was struck by how thick and solid it appeared.He noted my attention and turned around to wash off the soap giving me a chance to watch. “Sorry. I need your help tonight.”“With what?” he asked.“My, uh,” Monica said thinking to magazines where she was featured on the cover. “I’d like your opinion on my future potential photo shoots,” she was able to pull out of thin air.“What? Why?”“I just want your opinion. I get opinions from photographers and managers at the agency, but not opinions of real people.”“But I’m your kid.”“You’re still a real person.”“I guess. Not sure why my opinion would count or matter.”“Dean,” Monica. Her pussy grasped my cock, squeezing it and milking it as I fucked her. I moved my hips against hers and buried my cock to the hilt within her. Her quaking pussy erupted into orgasm again as I rocked my cock slowly, grinding the head against her cervix. I felt my orgasm building in my balls and I knew that any second I would be spewing my seed into her womb. I felt my semen travel from my scrotum through my cock as I came deep inside her flooding her waiting warmth with my load.Neither one of. "Oh shit," I said, pulling up to the front of her big house, "Wow, what a nice place."Monica walked out a few seconds after I parked, "Well, good afternoon." Her face filled with that big smile. Her eyes also had a little sparkle in them; "it's good to finally get you over here. I've known you for 3 years now. And, you've lived next door to me since the day you were born." That day, Monica had worn a very tight summer blouse, which showed her nice, firm breast. I could swear the pair of pink.