He's tall with ripping muscles. He also has a fat and long dick. He loves sex - what guy doesn't!? -, but knows what he's doing too. So, I always cum ...any times when I'm fcuking him. He makes me feel damn good and I'm sure he likes what I give him too.When I got there the other night, he let me in and I marched straight towards the stairs and his bedroom up them. Mike pulled me back though, he said he had someone there he wanted me to met. I wasn't that impressed - I'd come here to get fcuked,. “But wait,” I tried to get out, my body trying to lift up. She stopped me from talking and caused me to fall back against the couch as she slid the bottle a little deeper into me. I pushed down against it, wanting to take the whole thing inside of me. She could tell what I wanted and pushed hard one more time, getting the bottle almost all the way into me as she found my clit with her tongue. It was then that I lost control. My hips bucked up against the bottle and my pussy grabbed onto it. I am just a regular guy, that is what makes this story so wierd. I have had girlfriends, I have sex many times. I am not super good looking nor am I butt ugly. My mom and I have had a normal relationship also. Nothing sexual, no peaking at her in the shower. My mom and dad seem to have a good relationship also. My mom is no super model, she is average, dark hair, blue eyes. Mom has okay tits, she is not fat and nice wide hips. She is only five foot tall. It was a thursday night and mom was. It was the feeling of living a meaningless life, and knowing your body, mind, and soul were being used and debased by someone who I thought I could trust. It was a feeling of being defenseless, helpless, hopeless.“I pretended like we were an ordinary father-daughter family living in an ordinary quiet neighborhood, keeping busy with work and school, just like everyone else around us. I took up a routine, trying to forget the pain, trying to hold together by thinking about my Mom.“I would often.