. it's a lot sometimes," playing the sympathy card in my hand. Daddy softened his tone, replying, "I have never set a curfew for you. And you always g...t good grades, managing school and work really well. Just, please communicate more with me." Thank you," I beamed. That was easy, I thought."Not going to say anything about him being quite a bit older than you. I know everybody sees you as older than you really are. But there's a great big world out there, and I'd like you to see it, OK?" Daddy. I was getting hotter and hotter. Juicier. What he wanted.Then suddenly I was quite out of control.“AAAAAGHHHHE... AGH... AGH... AAAAGHIZ... I... I’M COMING I’M COMING” I screeched. My mouth was agape, my haunches jerking frantically. I was lost in all-consuminglust. My screech was loud enough to wake poor Kathie up.“That’s it... ahhh yes... that’s it... my pretty... let go...” he panted above me. I let go all right, believe me! But Malik didn’t stop fucking me. I knew he was determined to drive. I tried to wash my hands quickly so I wouldn’t be absent from the room when my hostess returned as I was sure it was she coming in and up the stairs. After I washed my hands I faced a guessing game seeking a proper hand towel, so I thought I’d just skip it and get a paper towel from the kitchen to avoid the whole issue. But as I listened the footsteps continued on beyond the door then returned back hesitated and stopped. I opened the door and stepped out to face a tall, mellow, rich deep. Although, like my friends, I was turned-on to boys that were attractive, had style, great bodies or some other special attribute – it was always their cock that I eventually found myself thinking about. What would it look like limp and later, erect – what shape, how big? How would it and he react when I touched and fondled it? What would we do with it – would he want me to suck it or to get him off with my hand? And then, if we did have sex – would he be gentle or rough? Would he caress my.