Even with my cute socks on that he likes the best he doesn't look up at me from the stupid paper and I think it's stupid that he spends all the time l...oking at it and I wish he'd look at me instead. Daddy sits in the big chair (it's HIS chair) and makes a cigarette go without looking. I think that means he's done with the paper and I get excited cause it's Saturday which is a NO SCHOOL DAY, but it's not Sunday which is A FOOTBALL DAY and is just about as much fun as daddy's newspaper. But he. He shot another load which went onto his chest, right next to his nipple. Third and final load on his rock hard stomach, and in his belly button. Dean lied there with his eyes closed, sweating and in pure bliss. The veins in his neck were popping and beads of sweat formed all over his face and chest. I gently ran the tip of my tongue through Dean’s pubes, up his treasure trail and into his belly button collecting every drop of his fresh juices. His skin was salty with sweat and his warm cum was. ..and that is so wide, it feels like it's almost tearing your mouth at the edges...he fucks your face hard for a minute before we realize that you are looking at us and things may not be quite 'right'...there are tears in your eyes as they plead with us to rescue you...but we are so turned-on we can't stop jerking-off! -- He grabs your hair and forces your face in his ass and orders you to lick his ass while he jerks-off...then he flips your whole body around in front of him and onto my couch. But what I didn’t have was ready access to smut myself, this being ages before the internet.Now that I was of age, I was legally entitled to purchase as much smut as I liked. I’d waited for the day, saved up for it even. I’d walked five times round the block trying to summon up the courage to finally enter. Inside I’d kept my eyes to myself, trying to block out the presence of the other men (and it was all men) inside. I’d picked out five magazines quickly, judging them entirely by their.