As he started to pull out and then slide back in slowly I moaned at how good the friction felt. He filled me up completely and with each movement he r...bbed against all my nerve endings filling me with pleasure. His rhythm picked up and my arms and legs went around him pulling him more fully inside me. As he continued to slide in and out of me our pleasure continued to mount and with a quick movement he took my left leg and moved it so it was top of my right leg. My left hip was facing towards. There was a dull ache in my erect clit as it was momentarily deprived of attention. After what seemed like an incredibly long time, I placed my re-chilled fingers back onto that hot, pink surface. Ahhhh! Ooooo! Again, the shock of the cold stimulated and excited me. This time, instead of rubbing up and down, I rubbed in circles. I enjoyed a longer period of stimulation the second time, not wanting my fingers to leave my pussy.But I steeled my willpower and wrenched my fingers away one. I may be able to help you.She: (laughs) Really, you can help me?Me: yeah if you tell me I would love to help you.She:okay, I will tell you but I wanna know you moreWe both took a nap after this talk.When I got up, her head was on my shoulder and I can see her cleavage which made me instantly hard.So without wasting time, I unlocked my mobile and started reading Indian sex stories. I knew she was awake and she was also reading the stories. I got so much harder that maybe she noticed it and. “May I suck on you...Daddy?”Each time it cycled around, Reagan thought more and deeper about the fantasy. He surprised himself by absent-mindedly going through a whole bottle of lube masturbating. Like a small child's prayer at bedtime, every night in the darkness, Reagan would whisper out loud, “May I suck on you, Daddy?” before jacking off. It was a kind of sex life, he supposed. Though one-sided.Then Mr. Jackson moved into the apartment right across from Reagan's. The second floor bedrooms.