" There were a few snickers behind them and JD shot the group a look. Most people knew it was Edward's boat.Rachael hit his shoulder "Stop fussing. Ca...dice does this everyday. If she says this is the best boat, deal with it."He looked at her, more than a little annoyed, "Who's side you on, anyhow?"She bit her lip and looked at him in earnest. "JD, please?" As if he could really have resisted that look."I swear, woman, you gonna be the death of me."She smiled broadly, "Thank you JD." She leaned. After about a year of dating, I talked her into going to her bedroom after I dropped her off and letting me slip around the house to her window and watch her undress. I can still remember her looking at the window, knowing I was out there, but unable to see me. When she started slowing taking her clothes off, I was a expecting a quick strip and jump in the bed, but I was wrong!Rebecca stood facing her window and started what I can only describe as a strip tease for me! She slowly unbuttoned her. Tiffany slid her sucking lips over her father’s flared ridge, sucked his head, and slid them back over the ridge again, attacking his sensitive glans with her mouth and tongue as she stroked his shaft and played with his heavy balls. His cock swelled, surged and then began spurting forcefully, filling her small mouth with hot, fresh sperm. Tiffany didn’t spill a drop as blast after blast of thick cum slid down her gullet.“Ahhhhh,” Greg sighed, as his orgasm lessened, but pleasantly lingered,. I said that I was releasing her from my jealous manogamous tyranny. I was giving her the secret desires of her heart. But I wanted something secretly in return. As a child, I was told that true giving didn’t require reciprocation from the person receiving the gift. But I couldn’t help it. This was so far outside of my comfort zone that I felt, well…entitled. Being a man’s man has its trappings and its frailties. Most women respect and even adore a man who takes charge. But I have to ask and.