My dick was pressing against the front of my slacks creating a rather unsightly bulge obvious to anyone in eye shot. And you want me to stop all this ...o follow you? Of course I did. But what was no more then a five minute car ride felt like an hour. When we got there, her house was reasonably dark, which was good because my cock was still obviously swollen as Krissy paid the sitter and she shuffled by me while I stood uncomfortably out of their way. “Jamie isn’t quite asleep yet,” she told. He didn’t do anything except turn around and walk back into his house. I ran up to Sarah and hugged her; I was really worried for her right now. She picked me up and asked me how I got away from Cindy as we walked home. Cindy came hobbling back holding her neck.“She bit my neck! How did she know exactly how to bite my neck?” Cindy said confused and staggering. My sister gave her this look and said. “Really? You’re gonna ask that? Don’t you remember New Years?” Sarah said to her friend.“Oh…. .. a 30 year old? How about a 20-year-old Daddy? Maybe ... maybe what you want is; right in front of you? Do you want me, Daddy? Do you? Am I young enough for you? I'm only 17, but I could love you ... could you love me? Could you fuck me?"(I had heard a number of gasps from the audience; at least we got their attention now.)ROBERT "No, Jessica! I don't want to fuck you — I want to make slow, deep passionate love to you, the kind of lovemaking that lasts all night long. There was a time when. Afterwards, once we'd had a chance to catch our breath, we did it again -- but this time on video. (In those days I kept a high-end camcorder on a tripod and a few video lights in my living room. Originally, I had set them up before I left on a business trip so my wife could record herself working on new routines. However, once we saw how their presence magically transformed virtually every visit or dinner party into a porn shoot, we left them up permanently. Sara, I'm happy to say, responded.