I removed the ruffled panties and handed them to him then lay across his lap as instructed. he stuffed the panties in my mouth and lifted my dress and...petticoat. He reached into his pocket and took out a small tube of lube and squirted some on my hole. As he drank his beer he worked first one then two then three fingers into my hole. He worked them in and out slowly while he drank. By the time he finished his beer my hole was gaped open and I was ready to be fucked! He told me to get up and go. His five-year storyline for his B5 novel came to him in a single inspiration. He had details left to complete, but the major events, morals and fine tapestry all came at once. He further defined his process which dove tailed into my mind set. Though the story steps were very closely spaced, the moral and character development raced head to head and far ahead of every other element. I’m still awed that B5 works on so many levels. Kids see the sci fi/action level and if lucky they see the various. It is large, firm and throbbing. Thick veins run along the shaft between the shiny, purple head and the pendulous, cum filled balls.I gingerly reach up and touch it, feeling the heat radiating off the shaft. I wrap my fingers around your cock and feel the velvety smooth skin overlaying the rigid hardness of the shaft. I let my thumb drift over the head, so taut and smooth. I slowly work my hand up and down your shaft, stroking your cock, feeling the subtle texture beneath my fingers.I take a. She was a snotty, tear-streaked mess, her mascara running, her hair wild, sniffling and wearing her pajamas. I didn’t care. I just grabbed that sweet young lady and pulled her into my arms, cradling her while I could. She didn’t question me right then, but she looked a bit embarrassed at how much she had fallen apart. To me, though, that was proof of how much she had loved her father. If she had been composed after losing him, I would have had some real doubts about her as a person. I didn’t.