The letter home to Dad about that got me praise. After all, I was HIS daughter, therefore anything positive that came out of my existence was a credit...to him. Some kids would rebel at that supposition. I knew some in school who were doing just that.I knew better. Ysabela saw the letter too. "Kara, mi Corazon," she said, "let your father be happy for his reasons. You should be happy for your own. Hurting him is not going to do you good."That was sort of my mantra: Let others find satisfaction in. Matt simply got up and knelt on the floor between my legs and started sucking my cock again. “Why is there a bondage film on” I asked him. He stopped sucking me and replied with a smile “That’s your fantasy isn’t it? Having your hands tied and sucking a cock”. He could see the surprise on my face. “That’s what it says on your profile”. The penny dropped; when I joined the site I’d filled in a profile and had been quite explicit in what my fantasy was. At the time I didn’t think I’d ever. “Wait, he can’t do that,” my mother said.“Why, he liked it when Brian fucked him,” said Aunt Suzy.“Yeah, I fucked his pretty little ass good,” laughed Brian. “Mike, are you gay?” my sister asked me.“Maybe,” said my aunt. “He seems to like sucking cock.”“No,” I strongly replied to my aunt. “I’m just doing what you tell me.”“That’s right, and now I’m telling you to spread your ass cheeks so your Uncle Jim can fuck you good!” my aunt scolded me. I looked up at mom for support, but she just gazed. .. his dark cheeks and forehead mottled. She also noticed, with a nervous twinge, that he was handsome. His brown hair had traces of gray in it, and was shaggy against the deep brown of his tanned face. For the first time she realized his chest was bare."He had a bit too much to drink," she said weakly."He should have known better. We Crandall men don't do well with alcohol, even small amounts of it. At least it looks like you two... I mean..." his eyes flitted away from hers, only inches away.