Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not ...nbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from him but when my mind wanders I start to wonder what will happen next time?, when will the next time be? Have I done anything that I shouldn’t have? Have I cum without him or his. I looked at him and knew something was very wrong. Once we got to my house, he opened the garage door for me and as I saw him bend over right in front of me, I saw this perfect bubble butt with his jeans tightly fitting the crack of his ass. As I joined him in the house, he told me that he had a fight with his parents. There were many children in his family and they told him he was a burden to them and needed to make it on his own. He was scared and lost and didn’t know what to do. He was so. You pulled me back onto you and I heard you moan with pleasure, a moan that matched my own, I parted my knees a little further to give you better access to the one thing you need. Me. You slid deeply into me and one hand moved from my shoulder to my hair, weaving itself through it, all your senses taking over, you knew that pulling my hair would hurt with the most wonderful pain, a pain that I needed to feel, a pain that I bear for you. I moaned loudly as you plunged into me hard, wanting to. ”She opened her mouth to complain but whatever look crossed Daddy's mouth shut her up. She finished unbuttoning and turned away, shyly slipping out of her dress, her back to me and Daddy. It was such a virginal gesture. I didn't know my sister could act so innocent the way she always talked about sex. It wouldn't surprise me to learn she had sex. Her right arm crossed her chest as her skirt fell off her hips revealing a rather daring pair of panties. Cheekies. Part thong part normal panties,.