You are really lost in me now however, your chest heaving forcefully up and breathing in long and deep. low passionate moans escape from you every few...moments, forcing my heart to thump erratically against you. I wonder if you can feel it's excitement for you and what you are sharing with me right now think to myself. I want it to remain this way forever, to stay in your warm gentle embrace like we had always talked about over the phone. The urge and hunger for you was so overwhelming and I. My balls were now soaking in a puddle of my own pre-cum, I daren't fix the tent that was my trousers for fear I'd explode in a torrent of my own cum. Well, definitely a voyeur then, but if I came now, I doubt I'd want to stick around for the grande finale.Quite the vision; Blondie had one hand on Kath's shoulder, holding her upright, her back arched, her anus now fully impaled on his cock, her knickers halfway down her thighs. Her breasts, still free from her dress, being groped and squeezed. The hand massaging my breast stopped to go under my shirt and feel smooth skin and play with a hardened nipple.It wasn't long before he tried to take my shirt off and I finally spoke up, "Rob, stop!" I said hurriedly."Why what’s wrong baby," he asked wondering if he had upset me in some way."Scars, I have too many scars. I'm ugly." I said breathlessly. I didn't want him to see my scars; they were everywhere, just the result of 11 months of hell."Baby, you're beautiful to me. No scar could ever. There was blood on the couch cover (thank god it was washable), and she looked happy. Did I do good, Daddy? Of course, sweetie. You still have a lot to learn, but youre smart. And Im willing to teach you. Now, off to bed. She gingerly made her way to her room, and I cleaned up in the living room. The next weekend, after her second beer, I told her I didnt want a blow job, I wanted to teach her more about fucking. She looked excited, the blow job was kind of a chore for her, and I couldnt wait.