Its girth exceeded my grasp. With my thumb, I massaged the underside of the head of it. Through half closed eyes, I studied Dad’s face for a reactio..., but he stoically continued his massage down my torso. When he reached the waistband of my sleeping pants, I knew the moment of truth had arrived. I opened my thighs a bit. Dad warmed a new handful of oil, then reached in through the loose leg hole and began to apply the warm oil to my engorged labia. With his thumb and forefinger, he sought out. The dog took turns cleaning himself.As I caught my breath I asked Caroline if she had enjoyed that. She smiled weakly and said of course she had. I turned to ask Pedro same question.The black bastard said next time he would fuck me in my ass…I sat down on the grass spreading my legs and asked Caroline to suck my pussy . I really wanted it; I needed to feel now a soft tongue in my pussy.Caroline got down on her knees in front of me and placed her hands on my inner thighs. Leaning forward she. I clasped his tight, masculine ass to me as his dick pumped deeper into the vagina whose stimulation I realised was only just beginning.This was nothing like the light titillation I'd felt in the art gallery. In my dreams, I'd thought that's what sex was like. But this was infinitely more wonderful. This was like ocean waves, breaking over my soul with each plunge of him. Between my legs was merely the source of the feelings, but the exhilaration itself filled my whole body. My soul was like a. I love you Richard. Just give me a second chance.’‘Life is too short, I’m not going to share my life with a woman that I can’t leave for a night or two without worrying about whether she has had a few drinks and morphed into the cheapest slag possible and is given hand jobs to spotty little boys in dark corners of a seedy pub.’His words felt like a slap in the face, in fact I think I would have preferred if he had just hit me. The worst part was that I had no defence, apart from the alcohol,.