I smirked and inserted another finger pounding her pussy harder knowing she was loosing self control. This was just perfect; the camera would be eatin... this up. I smirked and slowly leaned forward and took her clit with my tongue and slowly began to suck on it. She moaned loudly this time and said panting heavily"Oh god, stop please, this is wrong!" I giggled in her pussy knowing the vibrations of my laugh was turning her on even more. I watched as she gripped the bench with unmistakable. What does it mean to engage in daddy/boy fantasies? And how does that dynamic play itself out in gay male relationships? As a psychother****t who mainly works with single gay men and couples, I can make a few observations. For one thing, it’s a mistake to assume that all daddy/boy relationships are alike. For some, daddy/boy is confined to sexual situations, and those can range from playful verbal banter to heavy-duty power-exchange and everything in between. For others, the daddy/boy energy. After I had her bra off, I leaned in and kissed her hard nipples. Stacy had a little skirt on that zipped up the side. With one zip her skirt slipped over her hips quickly. Stacy’s panties had a big wet spot over her pussy. I gave her crotch a kiss over her panties on the wet spot. Stacy reached down and pulled her panties off and threw them on the floor. Stacy spread her legs and laid her back as I moved in towards her pussy. I was surprised at how wet Stacy was; she was obviously very turned. I could see now that they were standing together that they had to be mother and daughter. I let out a little sigh."I can take the horses and go look." The younger gnome spoke up."Absolutely not. If something did happen I don't want you out there. Neither of you" The barmaid shook her head."But..." The serving winch began to say before he cut her off."No Buts." She shook his head at his daughter."I can do it." I spoke up and finished my drink. I knew well enough that no good deed goes unpunished.