In one moment I was just a boy diving into the end zone (my bed) for the game winner, and the next I was sweating and humping the mound of pillows and...covers beneath me. I remember stopping at one point because the tingling which was getting so intense felt more like tickling at the tip of my dick and I was gonna piss in the bed. But just laying there I couldn't resist the urge to move. Something was driving me to more and so I gripped the edges of the bed and quit holding back. I got faster. Juices squirted out. Daddy’s recliner creaked as he shuddered. I gulped down his seed, sucking hard on his dick.It was such a delicious treat. I whimpered, my orgasm rushing through me. Daddy groaned, breathing heavy as I nursed out the last of his jizz. I loved it. I made him cum. His eyes flicked down to me.I popped my mouth off of him and rose, my tits bouncing. “Oh, Daddy, I love you so much.” His eyes were on me. I grabbed the hem of my boob tube. I peeled it up, dragging it over my round. I’ve always wanted to do that.”“I’ve probably felt up half a dozen dogs over the years but I’ve never had the chance to take it further. I think if I’d told the guys who owned them they might have let me do it. It might even have helped the relationship last, but I never felt comfortable telling any of them. Imagine being rejected for being too slutty… I couldn’t handle that.”When you sent in your application, can you remember what you wrote in the additional comments section?“Yes… Yes, I. “Just a minute, bro!” Jarrad snapped, "who says she's not interested?” Brad was bent over the coffee table writing something. He looked up at his stepsister. Immediately he understood why Jarrad had argued with him. It wasn't as if Ashley never dressed like that – she often did - but generally only when it was he and she home alone. What was she up to today? he asked himself. “I doubt that you'd be interested in what we're planning, but if you want to stay...," he paused and gave her a thorough.