I switch thighs and start licking up. "Don’t tease," you command as nicely as you can. You smile as you hear a chuckle. My breath washing into you... You hand floats over, and your fingers go through and tighten on my curly hair. And then waves of pleasure flow up through you. What you don't know is I am doing a little trick I learned long ago. And you seem to enjoy it, and ENJOY it. And ENJOY it. I come up smiling. "Let's grab a shower," I suggest. You pop up and I follow you into the. You would have to put yourself totally in my hands, and at the slightest disrespect or resistance, I would drop all contact with you at once. ? Let me know your thoughts on this. Meantime, I will send you some special stories. ? ? ? ?Dale10Dear Dale10: Your stories blew my mind. Truly blew my fucking mind. I jerked off until my dick was raw. How much of what you write is true? Do you really take boys that far? Something about me loves using the word boy, as it is often racially demeaning. I. She then stood up and unfastened one of the stockings and pulled it downher leg and took it off. Bethany then held the stocking over my erectionand ever so lightly she began to brush it against my aching tool. I wastrying to raise my hips off the bed in an attempt to get that elusivepurchase that would allow me to finally cum, but the pain in my sack fromthe tights prevented me from being able to achieve this.Bethany kept this up for at least an hour. Because of the frustration Ibegan to lose. Seeing her looking at me like that with my cock in her mouth...it was sending me over the edge. I usually didn't get off on blowjobs, but in under five minutes of my daughter's oral ministrations I felt the tickle of approaching orgasm."I'm going to cum, Erica," I grunted at her.Her mouth left my cock, slurping as if she was sucking off some delicious flavor. She swallowed as her hands stroked the full length of my dick, and she smiled up at me. "It's okay, Daddy," she said to me, her lips.