“Oh daddy, it tastes sweeter than honey. Tell me what else can I do, I want to get more, is it cum daddy?”He ran his fingers through my hair and e...plained, “No honey, its called pre-cum. It’s what makes a man’s dick slippery so it can slide inside a woman’s vagina.”I gave him a surprised look. “I see, can we try that too? I want to feel you sliding that slippery cock into my pussy. Please.”“When you are ready daddy plans to show you how, because baby I cannot wait to fuck you.” “Hot-damn, when. Morton looked like he just smelled an egg fart.Things started getting bad shortly after the school was fully in session. It started slowly. Cindy started to find fault with little things. She also started complaining about sex to the point I stopped trying.A few weeks later she started to pick fights. I finally stop responding. The only time I responded was when I decided to move to the guest house. I had gotten fed up with the nitpicking. The argument started when Cindy started complaining. With her looking out the window, and me holding her from behind as we watched the angry drivers in the cars below, I began to cares the front of her waistline. Looking back at me with a sheepish grin, she coyly asked if anyone would be coming down to the empty office space. Assuring her that the chances were slim to none, I slowly unbuttoned her jean shorts, and began to slide them down to her ankles taking her cheeky thong with them. As I passed over her ass, it popped out of its taught. After my orgasm had ebbed, grandpa pulled his cock out of my drenched pussy, flipped me over onto all fours on the sofa, and slammed his huge erection into my from behind. As he pumped his cock into and out of my vagina like a piston, he reached around and grabbed my swinging tits, squeezing the flesh and pulling on the nipples. I launched into another intense, overwhelming orgasm, causing me to close my eyes and let out a guttural moan, as I pumped pussy juice all over his pounding prick.As I.