I grabbed his hips and sucked him as I cupped his balls in my hand. He pumped his hips closer to my mouth as I took him all in. I sucked him slowly, m...aning in pleasure as I did so. I was so aroused from giving him pleasure that my clit was tingling again. Dad gently stroked my hair and whispered to me, “Let’s make love.” I lay on my back and opened my legs for him. Slowly and carefully, he entered me pressing his cock deeper inside. I bit my lower lip in pleasure as I felt him fill me as he. ”“Let’s get my clothes off, so I can fuck you right here, right now,” My toy said to me. He quickly took his clothes off, as I sat on the corner of my desk. I stroked his hard cock to its full ten inch length. My boy toy kissed me, then leaned me back just enough for his dick to slide into my hot wet pussy. “OH yes, baby. Fuck my hungry pussy. I want to come and come and come again, for you.” I panted with passion.My toy fucked my pussy, sucked my hard nipples, kissed my lips and told me. J had begun spanking me almost the minute I arrived. As soon as I undressed he came forward, gave me a rough fondle and shoved his tongue down my throat. As we stood there necking in his livingroom he began stiffly swinging his right arm and clapping his hand against my bare buttock. It made me hard, the pain. He said let's go in the bedroom and that's where we'd been ever since.Now J said he wanted to suck my balls; he wanted me to lower them into his mouth while he remained prone beneath me.. Machines that steal the minutes of our lives away from the depths of that life which we have lived. We are free, free as a bat, which must return to cave when the light shines brightly in their faces. In this cave we shelter and hide from that depths of reality as the sounds of life echo from the past. Those very sounds that haunt us of what could have been and should have been. This is the life we chose to live or did we? The very act of birth itself is a continuing tormenter. These lives.