"That's a lovely cock you have," I said, reaching out to fondle his balls with one hand, and with the other to grasp his thick and heavy cock. I glanc...d up into his face as I said that. He expression was a subtle amalgamation---there was certainly an eagerness there, and there was also a curious sort of faint, almost hard to detect smile (or possibly the better word was 'smirk'), but it excited me."I've looked forwards to this for so long now," I said, smiling at my double hand full of. “This is Wichita,” he said, the corners of his mouth curling up just a fraction. “Hutch is forty miles away.”It got even worse as he led her to a rusty old pickup truck, an early sixties Chevy, just like the one her Uncle Zeke had, right down to the same rusty holes above the rear fenders, and behind the cab.“Where is my limo?” she asked tersely.“This is your limo,” he said, that maddening smile back.“You came to get me in a pickup?” Her voice rose higher with every word.“I didn’t know how much. "Good." She replied as I tucked her in and made sure the various books, remote's and the hand bell were all within reach. Though I suspected she was just going to sleep judging by her eyes and the yawns.Downstairs Marion was clearing stuff away and tidying up. I helped with the dishes and we made sure everything was put away properly before returning to the sofa. We simply cuddled each other for a while and discussed the next days agenda, which was pretty much the same as today's."I'm so sorry. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. This naughty heat rippled through me.“Kat,” he groaned. “You can't be saying that.”“But you are, Daddy,” I purred. I stopped before him, my hands behind my back. “Mmm, that t-shirt really makes you look hot.” I leaned over, my little titties jiggling. “Just cupping your powerful muscles. You're a stud, Daddy, you know that.”He glanced at me. His eyes fell on my tits. They were outlined by the tank top. I pulled on an old one. It fit me like a second skin and.