I had no reaction. Then he began to speed up, a little at a time, speeding, speeding, speednigspeedingspeeding.He groaned but kept stroking. And then ... felt something wet hit my chest and I knew that it wasn't water. I looked down and saw creamy white stuff spurting out of his piss slit. The first spurts hit my chest, then my stomach and finally the last ones dribbled down into the water. I was shocked, and somewhat surprised to see Daddy grinning.He ran a finger across my chest and scooped up. I have a close friend; we were together from our college days. After fishing my college I got a job in Cochin, Kerala. My friend was also a native of Cochin. He had his own business which he took over from his father. His father was leading a retired life. Since I was very close to him I also became very close with their family. I was considered as one among them. I could just walk into their house since they never kept their door closed.My friend got married to a very beautiful girl and she. As a c***d I was devoid of a clitoris and labia on show, my thin line of a cunt, that so excites men now-a-days, was still evident, and in all those years of bathing with him, he had touched me a lot down there.Daddy's face lit up like a beacon, the ice was broken, and his daughter was the same girl he last remembered, only now, very much her own woman, and penetration was on my mind, I had had enough of fingers ad tongues, I was in heat for his cock, and as if the emphasize the difference in. There was a knock on the hallway door; Jorge, one of the security guards, was standing there. I opened up and he came in. "What's up?"Jorge parked his butt on the chair and looked uncomfortable. "Mr. K, what is it exactly you and those pregnant ladies do?" Why do you ask?" They don't act like cleaning ladies." Oh." I sat back in my chair. "Jorge, you place me in a poor position. I don't want to offend you or cause you to discover that you might be working for someone who does things that you.