('Oh shit I did it again'), your date's dick. Taste your own juices mixed with his."Vicky licked the jizz from her Dad's joint. She smacked her lips a... she nibbled, kissed and engulfed him."That's it sweetie, like you're licking and eating a Popsicle."Fred withdrew, kissed his daughter and went to the bathroom."You know Mom; there was something familiar about him. His smell and touch. No it couldn't be...." Do you want to see who it is or would you rather not know?" I'm not sure but. After dinner I went to bed. Laying there my thoughts went to Tom and what happened. I caught myself slipping my hand into my pajamas. My dick jumped as soon as I touched it. Trying to copy what Tom did, I pulled my dick out from my pajamas and slowly stroked my hand up and down. I came quickly with the thoughts of Tom's hand on me. Pulling off my pajamas and wiping my self clean I went to sleep.I jumped out of bed, dressed and throw all the clothes in the washer before my father caught me. We. Stretches over, I lined up, took a deep breath and hit the stop watch as I started running. I felt great accelerating down the straight way. The wind rushing through my hair felt good... I must have been flying at fifty or sixty MPH as I hit the first turn and... 'Mother fucking shit!!!' My scream would have been audible across the field if anyone had been there to hear as the pain of my right arm popping back into it's socket woke me. Turning over onto my back, I tried to remember why I was. She had this very sensual way of gently swaying of the few strands of hair, away from her eyes, back to her ear, in a gentle rhythm. Her eyes always seemed longing for a desire. A desire as mysterious as her bewitching smile. Beauty is an unsightly word to describe her. To make a long story short, this incident occurred on the day our college went for a picnic to suraj kund in the heart of haryana. It was mid December and the ambiance was rather pleasant for a humid city like Delhi. The morning.