My sister is Sher (she liked the "Cher" pronunciation because, like her famous idol, they were both named Sherrilyn). She was eleven when dad gave me ...he "speech".Dad was an agnostic and perhaps THAT also had something to do with his not finding another woman. He believed in evolution instead of deities, so when he gave me the facts of life (as HE knew them), I innocently asked him a question that would eat at him for a long time.I asked him why he didn't make Maude his wife if he loved her!He. I just did as he said. It took the whole glass full before I could actually do it. "That's a good girl. Daddy is proud of you," he said. "Now you keep practicing. I got a hard rubber piece of hydraulic hose that has never been used. It's almost as big as my dick. I plugged it off with a smooth plastic water pipe fitting. You can practice with that. After you make sure your gag don't come back, then drink a glass of warm milk like you learned," he said.I looked skeptical so he added, "Tell me. My penis got the best of me. During the critical time between pulling out and living to fuck another day or those ten seconds of pure, raw positive energy release from the penis to my brain I choose the latter and laid out the foundation for the next c***d I have created.I met Alexi through one of the major adult dating sites on the net. She was into bareback sex and so was I. She's african american and loves white guys. I was white and loved bare pussy. We hit it off well. After a half dozen. The trouble was he was so good she didn't care. All she wanted was what he had and from what she was feeling, it would be only a second or two until that sense of fullness entered her.Michael had been stopped at this point only twice before. It had been with her daughter Barbara. He knew there would be no stopping with her mother. Neither would want it to stop. He looked down and saw that she was a true red head. Her small trim body matched up nicely with his muscular one as he lubricated.