Boys like to taste it? Her daddy isn’t a boy. He’s a man and he knows what he wants. He grins at her reaction.“How was that?”“Amazing,” sh...’s eager to say, smiling back.“Good.”“… Do you need to cum now?” she asks timidly. Surprised by her inquiry, Mat is that much more aware of his aching cock.“Don’t worry about me, baby.”“You’re hard…. Doesn’t that mean you’re horny?” He can’t help but smile a little at her question.“Yes, it does.”“… Can I watch you?”“Watch me what?” he asks quietly, already. On the odd occasion she would allowa hand to drift southward resulting in a rather stinky finger. The new school year had just begun, tenth grade. It all went down on aFriday after school. We were at Rob's house shooting pool in his basementwhen Julie entered the scene. She was different that day, in one of thosehappy go lucky moods. Whenever taking her turn she would deliberately bendover just enough so her dress rode up revealing the cheesecake on herthighs. At that age it didn't take. Being from out of town and single with a lot of disposable income, he liked to go out and drink after work and on the weekends. My wife and I were regulars at a local bar and we enjoyed his company. Other than being flirtatious with him, it never went anywhere even after many nights of drunken stupor. About 6 months into my new job, I got a disturbing call one Saturday morning from a stranger. He asked the question, Do you know a Greg? I said yes, but couldnt understand why I was being asked. I felt her quiver when I did. We found a rythmn and fucked harder and faster. Our bodys slammed together with the moist packing sound of sex and lustful panting. The image on the camera shook with each thrust. I zoomed in to where I was penetrating her, getting full view of my rod coming out till only my head was inside her and my cock glistened with her wetness, then plunging all the way in with the welcoming squish. In seconds my brain gave the signal for cum and my dick pulsed with.