.. once you are satisfied you have made your mark on my body, one that even my girlfriend can't miss, you kneel down and stroking you fingers through ...our wet pussy you make them moist and start to rub them over my anus, spreading my cheeks wide... first you insert one finger then two sliding them inside. reaching around you grasp my thickening shaft, and start to stroke it firmly making me groan... all the time your fingers are fucking my ass hole ......pulling your fingers out you walk around. It was eight-thirty in the evening. Where was Mom? There were no voicemails from her. I tried calling again, but it went to voicemail again. I was getting worried. She always returned my messages no more than two hours later.When I checked in with the nurse, she said that Daddy was ready to be discharged. I was a little confused at first and then realized that they were going to let me take him home."I haven't seen him yet," I mumbled as I was a little worried about what the doctor had told me. It wasn't fully hard but it was long, at least eight inches, and it was very thick. He stroked it a few times as he looked down at me. He didn't seem to care that a room full of guys was watching him stroke his cock.When he had it semi-hard he knelt between my legs and worked his cock inside me. It was very thick but I was so wet he got the head inside me without too much difficulty. He started sliding it in and out of me, getting a little deeper each time. His cock was getting bigger and. ." But Lon was standing there, watching critically while his new girlfriend sucked the big black football player as if it was just a sport or something, not sharing his girlfriend's charms..."What would you have said?" Teela whispered."Beth was right," Rick grunted. "It would have been fucked up. Not knowing what you wanted..." All things being equal..." Teela eyed him. Rick's face closed; he wasn't going to give anything away. It was time to give some ground... "Poppa might be right -- it.