When I was 14, my father was killed in a plane accident. He'd been on a business trip and the company he been visiting had sent him home on one of the...r small corporate twin-engine planes. Sadly, the airplane crashed on the final approach at the airport near where we lived and my father and the other three people on board the plane were all killed. My mother tried to be brave and fill in the gaps that really only a boy's father could fill, but she gave me all of her attentions and did what she. "It looks pretty interesting." Yes. I would have to agree with you there. Men love doing that."I was astonished. They did? How very cool! "Really!?" Absolutely. One of the best things about being a man is being able to taste that." My father sighed.I turned to look at him again. Suddenly his face looked delicious. I thought about kissing him. I thought about biting him and sucking on his neck. My mind began to spin a little and I felt like closing my eyes and going to sleep, head over heels. “Can I take it out? I want to see it again.”I hesitated for just a moment before responding, “Of course, Sissy.”My sister was tugging at the waistband of my sweatpants. I lifted my ass to help her get my pants down to my knees. I was going commando that evening so Sissy was soon looking at my swollen rod.She seemed mesmerized by what she was looking at. Hesitantly, she reached out with one delicate hand to touch it. Just as her fingers neared it, I clenched my muscles causing my prick to jerk.. A bit about Jessica or as most called her Jess. She was about my age, tall about two inches taller than me, I am only 5 foot 9 inches Log legs that she liked to show off. She always short, short skirts so when we are working one always gets a flash of panties. A nice waist, not hour glass but nice. Her tits were to die for and she always wore tight sweaters. She was married. I asked her why her husband was unable to drive her and she said he was up working in the bush near Kenora for the.