We made love. We had sex. We took it rough, we did it slow. We simply could not stop. My adorable princess treated me so well. She was always doing h...r best to please me. No matter how far it made her go. She was always on her knees, taking my cock deep in her mouth. Her pretty, often swollen lips would wrap around my head like they were made for the occasion. She would suckle with all her might while the tip of her tongue worked magic on the veins that covered my length. Not only that, she. .Mar...Marcella! Oh no! P...Pl...Please don't tell anyone at school!" I wasmortified! Of everything I had been through in the past few months,this was the most humiliating of all."Oh, Timmy! I can honestly promise you I won't tell the kids atschool." She cooed."Th...thank you, Marcella! Thank you so much! I'm so sorry for all thetrouble I caused you in school!" I even dipped to one of my well-practiced curtsies...it had become automatic whenever I addressed anyfemale."How adorable!" She. His dad loved him, he knew that, but if Jeremy broke the law by believing or feeling or acting on something so outrageous as being gay, Dad would definitely call the GovMen, even knowing he'd not likely ever see him again. Dad would never enter the queers' realm. Not that they were kept in one place, as far as Jeremy knew, but they were kept hidden, kept in their Group Homes, or walking the streets with their husbands, un-recognizable as those ones would be. He was certain that's what happend. I uttered the phrase, “Sexy little thing.”My daughter slapped my arm and said, “Dad, she’s in my class.”Honestly I had no control of my speech when I said, “Bring her home. I’d like to have her for dinner.”My daughter slapped my arm again and said, “Dad you’re disgusting.” After a short pause she continued, “You really expect me to bring her home just so you can eat her pussy?”Not realizing what she was talking about I said, “Huh.”She wasn’t paying any attention to me at all and just kept.