The picture of a rock star, cute as a button, and already able to stir my innocent heart, fell out of my children’s meal. I scanned it dully for a m...ment, then the perfect instrument of parental torture came to mind. “Mom,” I began, “Do you think Dad’s cute?” My mother sat quietly for a moment, hoping perhaps that I’d take pity and give her a reprieve. Then, glancing uncomfortably my way she replied “Well, I think so. But, it’s been a long time since I looked at him with my eyes.” Well, that. Let me get used to you just don’t pull out... I work to relax and tell him to slowly fuck me, and he does just that slowly a little in, then out slowly back in a little further, then out this went on for a 5 or more minutes until I finally felt him fully in my ass and the sound of him again saying OH FUCK….He is now buried balls deep in my ass, and he lies down on my back and says are you, ok daddy, the only thing I could say was ..OH yes my boy yes….At this he straightened up and began a. ...................... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some six years later, I was coming to the end of my schooldays at the Grammar School which I had attended since the age of eleven having passed the Entrance Examination during my time in Miss Clark's class. It was games afternoon and three of us were out on a 'Cross Country' run which brought us back to the school through a housing estate, having run. All evening I was wondering what was happening and I laid awake until I heard the taxi pull up outside. Jaq came in and straight up to bed to discover me still awake. "Hello, darling, have you missed me?" Jaq asked.Jaq sat on the edge of the bed and told me about the evening as she stroked my stiffening cock. There had been around twenty at the party, mostly guys but a few girls. The music had been loud but very good and Jaq had danced with several of the guys.The vodka was plentiful and before.