"Ok Dad. I promise." She bit her lower lip in that cute way my girls have. I love it. I also know it means trouble sometimes. "Does this have somethin... to do with the cycles?" She asked in a little girl voice, like she was afraid I was going to spank her. I might have, if I wasn't just frozen in shock. I was too shocked to even play it cool, like I didn't know what she was talking about."What do you know about the cycles, Cindi?" I asked, in a quiet voice. It must have been a dangerously quiet. I had just been bitten on one of the most sensitive parts of my body.I pulled up my panties and jeans and quickly made my way back to my car. I was well aware of the now growing discomfort that the bite was having on me. As I drove away, I started to squirm as the itching began to grow.“Oh god, no no, please stop!’ I muttered to myself several times as I made my way back to my home. Not that it was that much of a home, I lived alone in a two-bedroom unit at the block of a block of three, but at. ”Fil said yes. Saying this, he started to pump me faster. His long big pole was going in & out like a piston making a wet sound poch- poch- pochath. He went on fucking me harder and deeper with each stroke. As i neared my orgasm, i began to squeeze his shoulders.He placed his both hands on my ass and began pulling me up to ensure that the thrusts from his long pole goes into my cunt as deep as possible on every stroke.Oh yes. What a fuck; what a pleasure. I understood about getting a real. Tate.I anxiously stepped inside my place, dying to find out who decided to drop by and why. I did noticed the light in my bedroom was on and I did remember having it off before I left. I approached my well lit bedroom, taking a peek inside to see who was there. Exactly as Mrs. Tate said; a blonde who happened to be laying on my bed, wearing nothing but her pink undies and tank top. Her clothes were s**ttered all over the floor and when she turned to face me my fears became real. It was someone.