The baggie was filled with a little over a cup of a white, creamy liquid. It was Daddy's cum! They were collecting it as it dripped out of him with ev...ry thrust of Andre's cock. It all made sense now—they were milking his sensitive prostate.My mind flashed back to when one day at school Hannah had explained how her Uncles made her milk them once a month to make sure they had no blockages. She said she used her fingers, but it appeared Daddy preferred Andre's seven inch plus cock."Strip," Daddy. In between ads for "how to grow a bigger penis" and "potency pills" were quite a few pictures of men kissing, and sucking each other's cocks. At first, I thought it was weird and confusing. I had never really thought about man to man sex before. But as I looked at more photos, I realized my own cock was stiff and straining against my shorts. My legs got weak, and I opened the back door of the car and sat down. I was obsessed by now, and rubbed my erection over top of my shorts. As I. A soft moan escaped his lips. Hungrily he leaned down, gently flicking a tongue over her nipple, squeezing her other breast with a hand just large enough to hold most of it. In his pants, he felt his hardening cock give a twitch. It longed too be touched. Not yet. Instead, he moved up, again pinning her hands on either side of her head, kissing her on the lips at first, then deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue.Slowly he kissed down her neck, biting gently above her collarbone. He kissed. I probably was in one of the filthy snow banks that lined both sides of the road. That thought grossed me out enough that I immediately tried getting up.I heard a male adult voice say, "He's coming around."At the same time, I felt a hand on my back and a different male adult voice say, "Don't move, guy, you might be hurt."I turned my head sideways and back to see who was talking to me. He was wearing a fire department uniform and squatting down. I took stock of my physical condition. I felt.