"Now get up and get dressed quietly and meet me outside on the porch."I did as he asked. He had a cup of coffee waiting for me outside on the back pa...io."So," he began after I sat down. "Today you turn eighteen and there's a lot of responsibility that goes along with that." I know, Dad," I replied. "I've already registered for Selective Service." Well, that's just being a good citizen, son," he laughed. "There's more to it than that. Just don't say anything for a few minutes and let me get. Mir scheint, ich habe Nerven in meinenHaaren. Wenn das die anderen wuessten, dann wuerden sie wohlnicht so grausam drauflosschneiden. Aber es braechte wohl nichts,wenn ich es ihnen sagte, sie wuerden's mir eh nicht glauben.Damals, ich weiss noch, es war wohl das zweite Mal, dass ich damit Papa zum Friseur ging. Ich trug meine schoene, leichtglaenzende Cordsamthose und einen duennen Pulli. Peter, derinzwischen ganz gern mit 'Petra' angesprochen wird, wollteunbedingt auch mit zum Friseur. Also. "TAKE ME" i yelled. He grab my hips I held his cock directing it to my outward sissy cunt. He yelled OMG as it slide deep inside. He came in about a minute gushing his load. Holding me tight as he emptied ever drop of cum inside. Pulling out I rolled on my back raising my legs and with both hands spread my wet red rose bud with 4 fingers from each hand. His cum spilling out running down my ass socking he sheets.He was so excited never seeing or knowing that anything like this could be for. "I was starting to think you were enjoying this too much." He watched her blush and drop her head back down to the table, avoiding his gaze. He sighed, looked at the barely-touched omelet and then, to Marie's surprise, slid it gently off her stomach and back to the plate it had been on. She went rigid as she felt his beard tickling her, then his lips and tongue were moving over her skin, licking up the slight sheen of oil where the omelet had rested. Her breath caught.But all too soon he.