Daddy moved forward. I could feel the tip of his cock touching my lips. I opened for him and he slid into my mouth. I hadn't been with many guys. My D...d's cock felt so much bigger than those men. He placed a hand on the back of my head and he fed me his shaft.I have to admit to gagging on his long prick. I probably was able to only get a couple of inches down. My Dad seemed like he was out of it. He kept pumping his cock down my throat. He got hard in just a few minutes time. Thankfully Dad. If, in meeting we did not wish to continue, we agreed to forget each other. I remember the date very well, when we met.The date was 31st August 2013, Saturday at 3:30pm. I told her that I would be wearing a shirt with her favourite colour (sky blue) and she wore a saree with my favourite colour (green). I reached Coffee Café Day just as she was entering the café. I parked my car and as I was about to come out of the car, she called me and told me that she has reached and was waiting for me. I. Or this skirt..." She paused as she touched the hem of her skirt. My eyes were glued to her fingers as she lifted it slightly. "...rip off my panties..." I could see the barest hint of white panties. "...and fuck the shit out of me." I bit my lip. My dick was a steel rod, poking painfully into the front of the desk. My brain wasn't taking any calls, and my eyes were glued to the gorgeous woman exposing herself. Suddenly she dropped the skirt and grinned. "I'll be right back," she blurted. She. It was obvious she wanted to stay. ‘No–no problem,’ I managed, relieved to have the opportunity to flee. ‘Daniel and me–we’ll go.’ And without waiting for him to agree, I leapt out of the chair and headed for the door. I was halfway across the ward by the time he caught up with me. ‘Becca, I should give Mum a quick call–let her know what’s happening,’ he said as we turned into the corridor, already pulling his mobile phone out of his pocket. ‘I s’pose I’ll have to go outside–but I promise I.