The fact I was fucking a post girl started to get old and continued to remove that rechid (ugly) polo shirt. I stepped on the shorts which were at the...base of her ankle so she would walk without them as I pushed her gently in the direction I wanted her to walk deeper into my house. She hasn’t yet sucked my dick and I’m curious as to which approach she was about to take it. Fucking a girl has a slight repetitiveness to it as the action comes from the male who is generally more dominant. However. But I took my time, moving my hand along my shaft giving a gentle, but firm, squeeze while moving from the base to the head; then using the downward motion of my head to spread the precum as a lubricant along the rest of my cock. She was picking up her pace by now - one hand rubbing her clit in a circular motion, the other above her head where the camera didn't point. Even though I couldn't see, I knew she was pulling on her hair; she loved the feeling of it, and it always turned her on in a. You are now fully awaken, feeling the pulsing of your heartbeat to this unexpected surprise. You look to your left, and are surprised not to see me there. But the feeling of my tongue darting ever so closely to your pussy makes you realize where I am. You take a deep breath in as the sun rays emerge more fully on your face through the blinds. “Ohhhh,” you let out with intention, partly confused, partly asleep, partly in bliss. I fully remove the bed-sheet from over top my head, wanting you to. ’ ‘No dad, you wouldn’t do that, why are you even suggesting that you might have.’ ‘Because I could have had one for all you know. I haven’t asked you to get involved in my argument with your mother. Maybe I haven’t told you about the whys and wherefores of your mother and my divorce, because I’m as guilty as she is.’ ‘Why are you saying that?’ ‘Look Katie, whatever your mother or I, did, or didn’t do, you only have one of each of us. One mother and one father, and we both love you and James.