And, as I’ve said, some not-so-nice girls don’t either. So, she probably wants but doesn’t want your touch. She definitely wants to be in contro.... It’s being in control of herself. So, you let her make the decision.“That means,” Dad continued, “that being with you is an experience of being in control. Being with her parents is doing what they say. Being in class is doing what the teacher says. Being with you is an experience of making the decisions; she decides for herself, which is critically. "Now," I said, controlling myself, "I want you to go over there and sit on the sofa."She looked away and walked the few steps to the sofa, sitting on the edge with her knees together. "Now lean back," I commanded, and stood up so I was standing over her. Leanne edged back into the sofa until her back was touching the far cushion, and I knelt on the floor below her. "So," I asked quietly, "how did you touch yourself last night?"She paused, wondering whether this had gone too far, and then. I tried to straighten my head to accommodate, butthere was no holding back what was happening. Before I knew it, my lipswere against his body and his full length was in my mouth and throat. Ipulled back and felt it pop out of my throat, only to fell him push meback down on him until my lips were once again against his body. EverytimeI pulled back, I felt the ridge of his cock catch my throat, and everytimehis cock popped out of my throat, he pushed back into me.The feeling was amazing. I could. It was done. It was certainly not as good as the real thing, but it did leave me feeling closer to him and I slept soundly.The next morning I slept late. I didn't have plans and decided to spend the morning with a good book. After washing my face I brewed a pot of coffee. The doorbell rang as I was heading back to the bedroom. I slipped into a robe and went to the door. It was a delivery guy with a dozen roses. I accepted them and ran like a schoolgirl to the bedroom to read the card."I wish I.