He got up and I thought he was ready to sit on my lap, but he sat on the chair beside me and asked me “May I feed you with my hands?” He kissed my...mouth so softly that I was curious what was next, so I accepted his offer. He was making small sandwiches or spreading a jelly or honey on a piece of bread and feeding me with one hand and with the other hand he was now jerking me off. He was also caressing my body too. It was a strange feeling, as he was treating me like a mother and he seemed like. Most mothers envied Susan’s mother because she was such a pretty, well behaved child, and she did well in nursery school because, well, she always seemed to have the right answer to any question she was asked. She was a bright little girl, but certainly not a child prodigy.Her good progress continued into first school and it was during the first year that she became aware of her differences. Not that she had any real idea that they were any different to those experienced by other children, but. As I did so she reached between her legs taking my hard on in her hand and guided me between her soft lips. The heat of her soft opening was intense and I held my cock there enjoying the sensation. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin, holding her in position as I began to slide my cock into her tight, wet pussy. She moaned as I pushed into her, her back arching down. I pushed harder, entering her completely, my balls touching her ass cheeks, she gasped as she felt me fill. The very last time we locked eyes, he came over and started giving me a neck rub.I froze and my greatest weakness took over. I couldn’t say ’stop’.This was a closely guarded secret of mine. If a guy I liked put his hands on me in a sexual way…I would freeze up and was powerless to say ’stop’. I would get this hot feeling in the pit of my stomach, tingles throughout my body and especially in my vagina. I was a slave to the feelings and a guy could just keep going until we had sex. Only my son’s.