Whenever he did fuck her (not make love) it was usually adriot and without passion and he seemed to do it merely as an obligation. "I want to make yo... happy," I said, my lips grazing her cheek. "I'm still so afraid," she said and moved her head back fractionally. I gently took her hand and guided it under the bedsheet and laid it on tent in my pajama pants. There was a momentary resistance and her breath quickened, but then her fingers bagen to curl around my erection. She was still very. My heart racing, I pulled off the highway into the rest area, slowly making my way past the cars and trucks to find a secluded spot in the back of the area. He pulled in next to me. I sat for a moment, gathering my courage, then I quickly darted to his car and hopped in.His eyes were wide with a mixture of amazement, pleasant surprise, and wonderment. He looked even better than I imagined, shirtless, tan, and buff. I guessed him to be in his early thirties. His mouth opened to speak, but I. She moaned and lost control. Daisy belonged to him now. She wouldn’t have it any other way. Todd lifted her off of the dresser and carried her to the bed. Daisy watched him as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He kissed her as he moved over her to lie next to her. She rolled onto her side to face him. Todd’s fingers lightly stroked her tits. As they became hard, they passionately kissed over and over again. His hot mouth moved to her neck. He asked in a whisper, ‘Can I give you a hicky? I want. Now it got weird. My Mom called for my Dad to come to the kitchen. I thought it strange that Dad was needed and also when he passed me, okay like I said it was weird, my Dad’s cock was hard. I could see the outline of it through his cut offs. I never saw my Dad’s dick when it was hard. Okay I was impressed but if you ask me in public I’ll deny it. Dad went into the kitchen and I had to peek to see what was happening. Mom took the soup off of the stove and placed it in front of my Dad and.