"You just look so much like your mother."What can you do when stuff like that happens? Not much really. I was even flattered by his mistakes as he con...inued to call me by her name more and more. Mom was beautiful, so in a way Daddy was telling me I was too.The mantle clock chimed the midnight hour. It was now officially Christmas morning, I thought to myself. I flipped the TV off and started walking down the hall to my bedroom opposite my father's. A slight winter draft nipped at my bare feet. Her pussy clenched around my dick until I cupped her breasts. They were small but firm. I kneaded them. I pinched and rolled her nipples, enjoying their stiff delight and the way her pussy squeezed around me.Her back arched. Her snatch massaged me as I thrust hard into her cunt. The slaps echoed through the quietness of my frozen classroom. My balls, heavy with a load of cum, smacked into her clit again and again.“You could play with all the girls,” moaned Anael. “At least three of them today.. The bar-maid quickly brought him a tall Labatt's and he tried to warm to her obvious overtures. She was young, probably a little too young for him, but nonetheless extremely attractive. Her thin, supple legs beneath her short black skirt, certainly tempted him in the most basic of ways. However, on this night he could barely offer a smile to the gorgeous pearly whites she flashed his way. Tonight, more than any other night, he just wanted to be alone.As the evening progressed, he idly watched. "Quirk cupped his crotch and gave it a tug. He smiled and said to nobody in particular, "God, I love it when she calls me that." The other crew members on the bridge all turned away.He straightened up, his hand still in his lap. "Computer! Why didn't you answer the first time I called you?" I was... a... kind of busy, Sir." Busy? Busy? Busy? Busy doing what?" I was thinking of you and was playing with my little man in the space shuttle."Quirk got a goofy grin on his face and made a kind of a.