I had a strong urge to take him in my mouth. Almost compulsively and without another thought about what I was doing; the line I was crossing, I opened...my mouth and took the head of his cock in. It was hot on my tongue. When I closed my lips around it I tasted his pre-cum. It was strangely sweet and slick. Not a bad taste at all. The sensuous feeling of the soft skin of his cock head as it filled my mouth was like nothing I had ever experienced. As I took more of him in my mouth I heard myself. I remember my dad would come and get me every weekend to play with my cousins. I dont know what happen,but all of a sudden i was living with dad.Living with dad was a piece of cake.He spoiled me.He gave me everything I every wanted.all had to do was ask.My dad had one rule,that was I must have good grades in school.My dad was a house painter by trade.So we lived very comfortable.when i was 14 he painted my room,gave me a canopy bed,stereo,tv,phone,and 10 speed bike (SWINN)for my birthday.My dad. It had changed shape from the long, thin cane into a stout, double headed cock. The base that she had been fucking herself with was wide, almost the size of her clenched fist, coated with her juices. The rest of it was slightly more slender, bent sharply at the base so that it protruded upwards from her pubic area when the base was inside her, about nine inches long and deeply ridged along its length. Looking closely, she could see the ritualistic markings decorating its length, and could make. I would often open mymom's underwear drawers and just stare at the wonderful things. I'm surethat by then I would bury my hands into those wonderful silky fabrics.I'm sure my mom knew I was into her stuff and she may have even watched medoing this. Attention to detail was not on my mind at 6 years old. Overtime I'm sure that what I was doing was known by the whole family, thereare few secrets when you are one of six kids in a small home.I remember a time when my mother forced my to wear one of.