I asked, “Did your father molest you?”Cheryl replied, “Oh no! He would never cheat on my mother, even with me. But I always wished that he had b...fore he died. For years after his death Mommy said that Daddy was the best man in the whole world and that if I ever found one like him that I should do whatever it took to keep him.”She walked right up to me, looked right at me, and asked, “I have found you. Haven’t I…Daddy?”I pulled her to me and buried my face in her breasts as tears came to my. I hung there gasping and throbbing and, with her comment, the feeling of vulnerability returned and I’m sure I blushed a good shade of red.She knelt and inspected my cock. It was still throbbing and a nice drip of precum clung to the underside of the tip. She smiled and looked at me while she slid her finger up the underside of my cock and removed the drop.“Awww! For me?” she said softly. Still looking me in the eye, she licked her finger clean and swallowed.I sagged in my chains and loudly. I love to lick and tongue her pussy while she's holding my head just where she likes my tongue. I'm pushing my tongue as deep as i can and sucking her lips while i push my finger into her. I can feel her starting to tense and i know from experience she wont be last long now. She cums hard and begs me to fuck her so i move up her and slide my cock in her warm married pussy she has some trouble accommodating my size and im no porn star so the cock shes getting at home must be pretty. He was mentally rehearsing what he'd say and how he'd react if Vinicius was there ... but he had little confidence that he'd actually be able to follow through.He entered the kitchen gingerly, and when he saw that the living room was dark he was pierced to the heart with relief ... and disappointment. He recognized that he was psyching himself out, but the rigid grasp he'd always kept on his emotions was getting rather frayed.A quick tour showed that the ground floor was as he'd left it. He.