Patch started to hump me even deeper then I felt it, the first dollop of spunk, followed by more lengthy spurts of hot sticky cum. Wow, it was even mo...e than last time and I definitely felt more worn out than the last time. I lay flat on my stomach and waited for Patch to leave my pussy. I started to feel sleepy then finally his knot plopped out of my pussy. Cum was seeping out of my pussy when I felt another prick inside me. What the fuck? Dad was raping me, I hadn't asked him to fuck me. I. Dad was the owner of a business; Michael was working for Dad—my sisters went off together by themselves.Mom, aka Elizabeth, sometimes Liz—took care of the house and the kids. She was the one who took us to the things we needed to be at—the sports events, the performance events, and other stuff.I got into the theatre as a young boy, not just at school—also with our local community theater in Longmont, Colorado ... aptly called the Longmont Theatre Company.Mom took me to auditions, rehearsals,. I whispered to her that her nipples had become hard. She tried to turn away, but I simply reached down to her womanhood and played there for a while, exploring her private areas with my hand. While standing next to her I observed her arms and shoulders closely, as the human anatomy is a study of much fascination to me. I could see her muscles and tendons clearly outlined under the skin, which was stretched tightly. Under her breasts, the ribs showed clearly, and I was able to see joint and. I worry a lot about messing up." Imagine Julia twenty years from now, at my age, sitting comfortably at home with a coffee in her hand, thinking back on her first date with you. You should plan on her remembering every single thing you do and say; trust me on that. If you're thinking about doing something, but aren't sure whether it's a good idea or not, ask yourself, 'Would that twenty-years-from-now Julia think back about that something and smile fondly, or not?' If the answer is, 'Not', then.