His sperm flew wildly into my mouth. I soon tasted him.Some leaked out. He moaned softly. I tasted his sperm. The taste of his nectar. Warm sour s...eet {to me} cream. I moaned. “MMMM” I let him know how much I valued this. “MMM. ‘. I licked the underside of his cock. I made small purring sounds. His sperm felt warm in my tummy. I tasted more of his sperm.” Yummy man juice”, I thought to myself. I felt so natural. So safe with his cock in my mouth dressed as a girl.. But the only thing that hurt worse at this moment was the ache in her pussy, and the hard cock pressing into her belly. When Daddy could no longer feel anything in his hand from the stinging, He stood her up and yanked the gown over her head. And there she stood. Naked as the day she was born. Well maybe not quite like when she was born, as she was started to grow curves, and those little breasts and nipples didn’t belong to a baby. As she tried to cover herself with her hands, he yanked them. He let his hands fall into water with a big platsch. To fit into the small tub of the Brooklyn walkup, he had to bent his knees like a butterfly pose in yoga to let them poke out. But, ah, the warm water felt so good. Nude is no clothing. Naked is when we are exposed. Hi skinny legs and skinny arms against the fat bulk of his body was exposed. The hanging flesh from age was exposed. The hair that had grown gray was all over his body. There were age spots, warts, curly body hair, body wrinkles.. "I think the rose really made you feel special. Then you saw Salinger and the comp lit professor together at the restaurant. I thought everything was going to fall apart for a while there." A sad look flashed across his face. "But something changed as the meal went on. Your mood shifted greatly, and the look in your eyes..." Ben bowed his head, feeling a little self-conscious about what could be perceived as a less than manly confession. "The look in your eyes was finally meant for me. And I.