The water had a touch of baby oil feel to it and my hands slid up and down the back of her thighs as she continued to slowly simulate riding my cock w...ile keeping her treasured cunt just far enough away from my cock that it could not begin to enjoy the journey to the molten core of her whorish soul! Brining my right hand between us I pushed the heel of my hand against her prominent pubic mound and wrapped my fingers over to begin dancing across her sex. She pulled my head back and leaned away. Sometimes it ended up with sex, but it always seemed empty. One date in particular ended up badly, and I came home early.Lexi was sitting on the couch in a skimpy pair of shorts and a tight t-shirt. I could see her nipples pressing through the cotton. I flopped down on the couch next to her. "Daddy," she asked, "you're home early. What happened?"I paused for a moment and replied, "Lexi, I don't know what I'm doing. I don't think I'll ever find anyone like your mother again. No other. De broek of wat er voor moet door gaan. De pijpen zijn vrij wijd, maarsluiten dan weer strak rond mijn enkels. En de blouze. Ook die heeftlange mouwen, wijd en die sluiten dan weer strak rond de pols. Verder isde blouze zo kort dat hij mijn hele buikpartij bloot laat. Het ding komtmaar tot een paar centimeter onder mijn tepels. En daar vandaan naarboven loopt het gelijk wijduit. De kleur is heel licht, bijna wit, maar het is lichtroze. Op verschillende plaatsen zijn er donkerroze. "How?" I'm thinking with mental images, not words. At first, I needed the words to create the imagery. Now, I can generate the images with only a few words, in some instances, none at all. Of course, imagery doesn't serve all thought processes, so my mental privacy isn't complete, but some is better than none."Tears stung my eyes. "I didn't realize my gifts had been such a ordeal for you. I'm sorry, Dad."He took my hand in his. "Don't apologize, cupcake. Your gifts are miraculous. Oh, they make.