. i just sat at the kitchen table waiting for him to come in fromthe garage... He came in shortly, evidently deciding against taking ashower, he had ...is ole familiar BVD's on and nothing else.... He satdown in the other chair, (we only had 2 then it was a very small kitchen)and beckoned me over to sit on his lap.... Damn he smelled good!! Ialways loved it when my daddy first came home from work, he'd give me abig bear hug and i was immediately enveloped by all those "manly smells"sweat,. I let my body be free to react, trying to keep my brain out of it. It was a hard challenge. It was a superb feeling.He bent down to whisper at my ear, “You are getting wet my sweetheart.”“I wonder why,” I managed to say, panting.He lay down beside me, his finger still there, his lips on my shoulder. I couldn’t move. I just opened my legs more and I started to follow his rhythm with my hips. He then said, “Turn on your back please. I want to see your face and all your luscious body. “When I was. With that I step up behind you and ram my hard, black shaft into your hot wet hole. You scream so loud you are afraid the neighbours will hear you. I must know what you are thinking because I ram your underwear into your mouth while I fuck you. Now you are screaming like crazy, since no one could really hear you. I pound you hard into the table, fucking you roughly, while I spank your bright red ass. You need to cum and I knew it. I wasn't ready to let you cum just yet though. I quickly pull. Eyes closed, I walk my home labyrinth through my bedroom, to, and down the stairs, past my dining room, and into my kitchen as my brew’s soothing scent reaches out for me with its captivating tendrils. The time on the coffee maker is flashing 12:00 over and over.I’m guessing the power failed, but when? The carafe is nearly hot, so I’ll deal with it later, since that isn’t part of my daily ritual. On auto pilot, I fill my mug and inhale the slightly tangy, coppery scent of the spectacular brew.