"Now before I punish you I want to know what happened at school today to put you in such a bad mood." You dropped your head and said, "I can't daddy, ...t's too embarrassing." "Tell me what happened Sharon I want to know". You shuffled your feet and fidgeted with your hands. Suddenly you blurted out as fast as you could that some of your friends laughed at your under developed body while you were taking a shower. They said that you had no tits and would need a magnifying glass to see your pubic. My cock jumps out and your eyes brighten up. I get back on the bed and try to kiss you, you look me in the eyes and push me back. You start to kiss my neck and with your hand you grab my cock. I've missed this, I am thinking. You are kissing me all the way down and then I feel your breath on the top of my cock. I am as hard as I will ever be. You look at me with your cheeky smile again and you press your lips over my cock. I'm in heaven. You continue to suck me off but feel yourself getting. It was on one such occasion that Donna posed another of her interesting questions. She was beautifully dressed in her dark suit and white silk shirt – ‘It’s for the punters, College, the boss says they like to see us “glammed up” for shows.’ She had arrived at my home thus attired and I, not expecting it to be an occasion for an evening dress, had said that I should change into something more suitable. It took longer than expected since Donna had never seen me put stockings on before and her. She let out a slightly deeper more satisfied moan, which asked him to go deeper, and obligingly he did so. His fingers felt good as they pushed deeper, and she slowly rocked her hips backwards and forwards as she lifted his head from her breast and kissed him again. Her tongue flicking into his mouth, entangling with his, their salvias mixing together like an erotic cocktail. Pulling her head back and looking straight into his eyes, she said 'I wanna suck your cock.'This was sentence was music.