As we walk, you are so fucking horny, that you pull me into an alley and we go behind a trash dumpster. You pull out my cock, and squat, sucking me ha...d as you massage my balls, you enjoy sucking Dad's cock, but you need your cunt pounded. So you look up at me and say, "fuck me Dad" . You get up, and as you pull your jeans down and turn and bend over. You are glistening, you are wet and ready for Dad.I go behind you, your round white ass before me. Gawd, you look so good. I grab my cock, and. This only encourages me my lips traversing from neck to shoulder, shoulder to ear. Licking, sucking, nibbling.I can’t stand it anymore I need to feel you inside me, filling my mouth with your hot man meat. Positions shift, deft fingers make short work of your outer clothing, your gaze locked in mine. Your beautiful cock now free for me to play with, so many times I’ve thought of this. I can’t help myself and engulf all of you in my hot wet mouth. Your carnal groan of desire inspiring me. Hand. (I’m getting wet.) That’s why that one crazy July day I decided to see how far he’d go. I chose a time where it was the slow part of the afternoon, and deliberately parked my car at the far end of the parking lot, with no cars around. As we were slowly walking out with the cart, I kept on innocently prattling on, pretending not to notice the huge bulge in his cut-offs, making him walk kind of funny, as he kept eyeing the rapidly widening crease between my legs. (Remember those. Perhaps because Uncle was leaving for his office earlier and Grandmother was engaged, Auntie had no other choice but me.Having so many times in the past assisted my mother in such a way, I stood behind her and under her attire was quick to do the hooking.The same happened the morning following, and the morning after that, my duty becoming a morning routine, one of which I came to anticipate with some degree of fondness.Depending upon what upper garment she wore, sometimes I could do the hooking.