Alas, this is quite impossible for me to communicate through literature. It has the deep resonance of Lacrimosa and the simple elegance of perhaps an ...nya song? I have made a decision beforehand, though, that I have failed to mention. I made up my mind that when the first notes of the song hit my ear drums I would finally go downstairs and compliment the source. I still had not come to the conclusion on whether or not someone played the music or if it was just a CD or something similar. I. Well, I don't do that. I want you panting and moaning and groaning at the end and I want your cum to spurt up high like a geyser. And, I have always heard the same thing after every time: "That was the best handjob I ever had." Bet you wish you knew me. Well, I wish I knew you too. Especially if your cock is average-sized.Yes, average. See, I do some sucking, too, I mean a great many of the handjobs given on this earth seem to have a little oral play involved, it just all seems natural. I don't. .. CLear up on his chest and face. When he was done I asked him how it was. He told me that no one gives head better than a "STRAIT MAN" and laughed. With that I looked down at my own cock and saw a huge puddle of pre cum on my sheet and said I hope we arent done because there is no way I can sleep with the biggest hard on of my life. He said no and then he asked me to fuck him. I thought about it for a minute...."would that make me gey if I fucked him in his ass?" Then I thought and said out. If dad got in a creative mood and was making a new movie I started feeling neglected and I’d beg him for a good screwing. Some days he made me suck him off and other days he ate my pussy, sort of like he was giving me a reward, like you give a dog a treat.That was the story of my life until I turned sixteen. I became a needier slut nearly every day. Before long, I was perpetually in heat and begging daddy to fuck me if his cock wasn’t already inside me.I loved having dad fuck me and I needed.