Oh my god…I’m so elated at Johnny’s lust for me. It was suppose to be a test to see if I could still turn a man on. I didn’t think about his ...eaction to my turning him on. That tells me it’s dad, and not me. I haven’t been turned on by a guy in a very long time. I want a lot more of this from Johnny. His hands have got me so horny, I’m dizzy. He’s making me want to have sex with him so bad. I don’t have the will power to stop this. Keep going Johnny…just keep going….Johnny’s thoughts….Her. I can do that. Over the last several months I've lost track of how many cocks I've sucked. I've become quite good at it. And the fact that I take pride in being good at it is only further proof of how far gone I am. I know I can make this guy feel good. I know I can make him forget I'm not a real girl. I promised him I could and I know I can make good on that promise. I only hope I am not too nervous to do it right. I think of Sally and wonder where she is tonight. I wonder who is with.. He was slamming hard against her arse causing her to be unstable on her hands and knees as she tried not to fall over whilst being slammed hard by her husband from behind. Suddenly she clenched hard and started mumbling something incoherently. Peter stopped forcing his thick cock in and out of her and withdrew. She pointed to the ballgag and mumbled some more.You want to say something hun? he said.She nodded vigorously. He reached behind her head and loosened the ballgag before pulling it down. My cock looked bigger, especially—even if it was just in my head—knowing I hadn't cum in 3 days. It was the weekend and time to cut lawns again, and make some cash in order to save for college. That was the cover story, the front. What it really had become was an excuse to live out some sexual fantasies and enjoy some attention from an older guy who liked what I had and what I did. I felt like I was getting ready for a date. I showered—I showered to cut grass in 80-degree weather. I put on.