.but not really big. At 15, I was about 5 inches...but I loved to jack off and cum. I removed my dick from my jeans and the look on his face almost ...ade me cum...he just looked at my dick and smiled. He looked me, he caressed my dick, then he slowly leaned forward and took it into his mouth. I can, even after all of these years, remember the softness of his lips and tongue on my young and inexperienced cock. The softness of his mouth moving up and down on my dick made it harder than ever. The sucking on my clit increased as the bulging cock in my mouth started to thrust harder. In short order and accompanied by grunts of pleasure, the cock exploded adding its load of hot cum to the previous one. As I swallowed as quickly as I could to keep ahead of the gush, my body spiraled into its first orgasm. The cock that I was sure belong to my husband Kevin withdrew and I felt someone else move in front of me. As I sat there with slightly parted lips, waiting for the next cock to be. He was always traveling. We were lucky to see him once or twice a month. When he was home, he was a great father. He would take my sister and me to games, Greenfield Village, play catch, and go to movies. But you could tell he didn’t like being at home.When I was born on May 30th, 1969 my dad was forty-years-old. He never had being a father or husband penciled into his life plans. Besides being an executive, his family had money, lots of money. He knew his wealth was attractive to women, and he. He even whistled a little tune as he hiked.To him it was a tune. Gee wasn’t certain if anyone else would be able to tell. He had a feeling the tune he was hearing in his head was not what was coming from between his lips.“Stop where you are and drop the stick,” a young but authoritative voice said behind him. Gee froze and let the stick fall to the ground. “Turn around, poacher,” the man commanded. Gee turned to face a man in the obvious dress of a forester. He wore a pith helmet, short sleeved.