Dad was in the garage.“Dad,” Craig said, “the guys at school are using words I don’t understand.”“What words, son?” “Pussy and bitch. ... asked Mom, but I don’t think she told me the right meanings.”“Son, never ask your mother about these things. Ask me. Let me explain what they mean for you.” He pulled a Playboy from his workbench, turned to the centrefold and drew a circle around the pubic area.“Everything inside the circle is pussy,” he said.“Okay, Dad. Then what’s a bitch?”“Everything outside. His hand reached behind her head pulling her to him as his tongue invaded her lips. He reached down and pulled her blouse from her skirt, pushing it up and collecting her bra as he went. The fabric bunched under her chin as her tits sprang free and Scott left her lips to take her breast in his mouth sucking insistently. It was just then that he bit her passionately with a soft growl of a man that has denied himself for a long time and suddenly can indulge. He held the blouse up with one hand. I'm getting breathless now and you can feel me struggling to keep my footing as I so desperately want to cum.Then, sharply, you tell me to get on my knees, between your legs, and you command me to undo your trousers and get your cock out. While I'm looking into your eyes as you tell me what a nasty little whore I am. I'm ordered to lick and kiss your cock until its hard then you tell me you're going to use me for your pleasure. You shove the shiny bell end right in my face, slapping me with. He motioned me back to my feet and we shared what seemed to be an endless French Kiss. He squeezed my breasts and I could feel my pussy tingle with excitement. I needed him to lick my clit, but I knew better than to ask him. I sat on the bed as he kneeled on the floor and spread my legs, my pussy and ass completely exposed to him. As I felt his finger inside me, I didn’t have to say a word, my body told him how much I needed him. He opened my lips and licked my swollen clit as he finger fucked.