But I knew this was wrong.I did not like it.How do you tell your daddy to stop touching you? I was 11 fucking years old! He was my daddy, and I loved ...im--I did not know what to say. I remember that I stopped laughing, and sat still while he squeeezed and played with my breasts for several minutes. I could hear his heavy breathing, he did not say a word. I became aware that his penis was pressing into my bottom hard. Finally he stopped."What do yo want for dinner Susan, anything you want."I was. She didn’t feel something like this in ages. She almost forgot what it takes to feel like this.He has a good physique and he certainly knows how to use it. He stretched her wide open and reach depth deep inside her. She was feeling as if he had reached up to her stomach. She was quite shocked that she was able to take all of it without much trouble.One part of her brain which was sensible and reasonable told her that this is her son’s best friend, she was old enough to be his mother and he was. Well all good things come to an end, as guy after guy left, Mark and James gave me one last quick fuck, saying they wanted to meet again real soon. James said he wanted to stay a bit longer as Mark left. As Les was leaving he said next time we might want to have some fun at his place, I said that I would love to and looked forward to be fucked by Jack again, Les gave me a sly smile and said, if you reckon Jakes good and has a big cock, wait till you get fucked by Patch,, I said if hes as good a. John told him he was on detection for the whole week ,He had to report after school soon as he walked into the room he was instructed to bend over and receive six strokes of the wasp then he had to sort books and papers for the following day for John , The last day of his detection John had given him the six strokes of the cane , then took him down to the boys changing rooms in the gym gentile Mark to strip off Mark was nervous but did as he was told Stand up straight boy John told him, turn.