Perhaps someone bought you as a surprise gift?" I rumbled through the carton for a card, however, only the other sweaters lay in a tangle in the box.I...cradled the pullover in my arms and slowly raised it to my face. Closing my eyes I buried my face in the softness and sighed deeply. My cock pushed harder at the terry cloth confining it. I wished that the sweater had a living woman wearing it. I loved sweaters, but sometimes it was just a bit lonely with only a piece of fuzzy cloth for company.. I could feel my love juices dribble down his shaft, lubricating it for the next thrust into me. I felt as if I could go on for ever, but I underestimated my excitement and soon I was increasing the rhythm as my lust grew. I felt the throb of my orgasm blast up from my womb, cascading down to my pulsating clit, my nipples swelling and tingling, I realised that Alan was about to cum also. His young virile cock, swollen to its maximum size, was twitching, ready to unload its precious cargo deep. “Disneyland? It’s still ‘cool’?” Jeffrey clapped his hands like he was bringing me out of a trance (a born comedian). “Yeah dad! Like WAY cool.” And then the two of them looked at each other with wide eyes and said, almost in unison and with mock horror, “The Tower of Terror!” “C’mon dad, we haven’t been forever,” Rachel pleaded. She went on about how there were all new rides and every kid in school seemed to have been there recently. I hadn’t expected this. I hadn’t even thought to offer it. Say hi!You: want to watch?Stranger: okayYou: okStranger: Doesn't it hurt?You: yesStranger: do you like it?Stranger: Do you like being in pain?You: yesYou: do u like?Stranger: Okay then hit yourself harderStranger: I like to order around people like youYou: im your slaveStranger: then act like itStranger: that's itStranger: goodStranger: It's what you deserveStranger: is that cum what I see?You: spitStranger: thanks godStranger: I don't remember telling you to cumStranger: so keep it that.