“You're filling me,” I squealed. "Fucking hell… oh yes, you're filling me right up.” “I'm gonna fill you with spunk,” he hissed, and I th...ught I could die from the pleasure his prick was providing. “Fuck, yes," I gasped into his mouth. "Shag me, darling, fuck my fucking brains out." I felt his hands on my ass and I squealed again as a finger slid into the tiny puckered hole. "Look what he's doing to me, Andrew." My husband was ashen-faced but I noticed his prick was now limp, semen spilled. One cold, wet February day, Walter Dawson, my father, dragged himself into our house, drunk again. The clock said it was almost six o'clock and there was no supper on the table. He bellowed my name as he staggered around. A few seconds later, I opened front door and stepped in, carrying my school books. I could hear his hollering from across the yard."Where the hell have you been?" School. Had some extra work," I said, getting past him.He grabbed the arm of my coat and yanked me back."Where's. C.S.E."Well ... I'm probably the last person to be giving advice on dating. But I do know Jenni. Now, then, she obviously likes you a lot, or she wouldn't have brought you home, or asked you to help her with her maths. Do you go for coffee together, that sort of thing?" Oh, yes. Most days, really." Ever take her for lunch? Pizza Hut, that sort of thing?" Er, no." There you are, then. First step, ask her if she'd like Pizza, or something at lunchtime and treat her. If she agrees, next time, ask. I lifted his tasty cock and pulled back his foreskin and began to give him my best blow job. I was like and demented bobble head shaking and nodding in every possible direction he grabbed my head to stop me. He wanted me. He pulled my me up his hard body to his chiseled face. We kissed his tongue massaged mine like a professional masseuse. He ran his hands along my soft and slighty feminine frame compared to him he was a real man I was jus his little boy slut which was fine with me. He lifted.