He asked how it felt, I said it felt good. He took my hand and put it on his dick and said do what I do. He slowly stroked his hand up and down my dic... rubbing my piss slit. I stroked his fat dick and did the same. That's it, he said just like that. After a few minutes I felt something funny building up inside me.I said I had to go to the bathroom, he said not yet. He rubbed the tip of my dick and sticky liquid came out of it. He rubbed it around the head of my dick and stroked me again. I. " What do you mean?" One on one, the best man wins," Ayden said, winking at me."Sure," I replied. "Game on." Not bad," Ayden said after the first round. "I bet you'll get better."I was steaming after the first game and pissed off that I hadn't gotten a single kill. "Oh, you're gonna get it this time!" I yelled."Wanna bet?" Ayden replied, coolly.Feeling cocky and a bit vindictive, I told him to name his bet."How about if you get one kill, I'll take off these boxers. But if I win the match, you. "Are you going to fuck me Dad?" she asked."No, I'm not going to fuck you Laurel," I said watching as her face fall. "I'm going to make love to you." I don't understand, what's the difference?" she asked her face lighting up again."Fucking is where you put your pleasure first, making love is when you put your partners pleasure before yours," I explained as I saw things. "That's not to say we won't fuck at times, as it can be as much fun being fucked as doing it, but not this evening, I'm going. She was quite advanced for her tender years sexually and didn't mind either me or her brother fingering her tight pussy while we were wanking. Chris and his sister Marcia lived in only a two bedroomed house and he told me that the pair of them shared a bed sometimes with an even older brother, who was in his early twenties, and most nights would wank Chris off when they went to bed and sometimes the older brother too. She always wore very short skirts and often she never wore any knickers.