’ Taylor pressed the soft cloth over his nose, ‘it smells nice.’ ‘No Taylor, what exactly do you smell?’ ‘I’m…I’m not sure, it smell... sweet, tangy…wonderful.’ Taylor was fully erect by now, he pushed the covers down, exposing his hard-on to the night air. ‘Stick your tongue out, taste it. Tell me what it tastes like?’ Ann’s voice sounded slightly higher than normal, and he could hear her breathing harder than before. Taylor stuck his tongue out, touching the material, trying to get a taste. ‘I. “Oh, God, Daddy! I’ve been home missing your big Daddy dick!”I drilled it into overdrive. Sinking deeper and staying there an extra second, for effect.“OH FUCK ME, DADDY!! RIGHT THERE! HARDER!! RIGHT THERE!!”As she wished. But no matter how much stamina a guy has, there are times when the gal runs the show. I was doing homework when she walked in. This was more than I was ready for. Daddy was about to blow.“You better come soon, baby,” I grunted. “Daddy ain’t waiting to fill your fucking. But he had realized, a little late, that more than just Don's permission might be required."It's OK, Tad," Louise said. "Go ahead and show them to Cathy."I didn't know what to expect, but the three photos in the folder were pretty mild -- at least compared to the one in the bedroom. One picture showed Louise reclining sexily on the couch -- the very couch on which we were now seated -- with her right hand held behind her head in a classic pose, right leg lifted at the knee, and a lovely,. I, being totally and completely in love, had no problem with that, but I went home many a night with my cock throbbing and my balls about bursting. She never let me take off her shirt, and I had to content myself with the occasional handjob. But I was still happy. I did my best, every day, to show her that I loved her. I was understanding about her complaints about her belly and butt and thighs (remember I said there wasn't a woman alive who was happy with her body) even though I had no problem.