“I’m not talking about the fact that you sucked his dick. I’m referring to how much you enjoyed sucking his dick,” he replied.“That was just...an act. I had to pretend to enjoy it so he would enjoy what I was doing,” I replied.“Then come over here and act like you enjoy sucking my dick!” he demanded.“I can’t just fake something like that,”“But you just said you faked enjoying it for him so why can’t you fake it for me?” I inquired.“Do you really want to know?” I asked, with attitude.“Yes, I do,”. "Davey, meet Emily Anne Shreve. And of course, you know Jessica."Well, of course, I didn't know Jessica, but I nodded familiarly to her, as if the two of us were forever linked by our mutual membership in the Alex Harrell Admiration Society. Mostly, though, I just looked at Emily Anne Shreve, and was amazed that Alex had, indeed, been telling the truth. She really did make Jessica Wainwright look like a boy.Well. Maybe not like a boy. Jessica was not lacking in any of the attributes that come. " As he said that, he reached over and took my right hand. I did not resist him. A part of me wanted to do what other girls do, and this was part of what they did for their boy friends.I felt the satiny texture of the skin, and yet there was a hardness under the surface that felt like steel. I felt him wrap my fingers around the shaft, and then I felt him take his hand away. I did not pull my hand away. I was absolutely fascinated with seeing my girlified hand, wrapped around Robert's big. ..!" Opening his robe, Dad showed me that he, too, was fully prepared for play. Caressing his cock, I moved it toward his stomach and straddled his lap, forcing my now wet pussie tightly against his cock and nuts. Dad groaned with pleasure and sucked harder, sending shivers up and down my body.I kissed his neck and probed my tongue into Dad's ear. Then my tongue circled around inside his ear till he finally let out a cross between a bellow and a growl, stood up holding me in midair, and carried.