I'm horny, my cock is bouncing. I sit on the sofa and you take my cock in your mouth, and with one hand stroking my cock, you suck my short cock.’By...now, after listening to my story, you tell me “Daddy, I am pretty moist”With a big grin I tell you “I want you moist. I want your cunt very wet so you have to run to bathroom and fuck yourself with the handle of your hair brush” so you get a hair brush and begin as I watchSo, I pick up the story where I left off:“I lie back as you suck my cock.. I was born in a small west-coast farming town. My family, a mix of English and Native American (mostly Cherokee) heritage from the Midwestern plains, had fled westward from the Oklahoma dust bowl in the 1930s. My maternal grandma taught me the old native ways about sex, about how sex was for the woman, and the man had to prove himself sexually worthy to give himself to her. Grandma taught me that I had to own my sexuality, to take charge of it. I did that my own way, and I don’t think this is. But the prospect of being around her in that environment kept my cock perpetually hard right up to the night of the party. As we prepared to leave, my wife's 5'8" body looked stunning in a long black silk gown with a low cut front that her 40F tits were begging to spill from. Then Renee came from her room and my jaw dropped. She had put on a bustier that accentuated her already perky 34B breasts. She had combined it with a pair of skin tight jeans that looked like they had been painted onto. I came to my senses and walked back into the living room. The video was stillplaying. I looked intently into her eyes. No words were spoken. She knew mydesires."Want some?" she indifferently asked.There were four slices left in the third, and final, box. It was not pizza Iwanted."NNNoo, III’mm really not hungry. Shouldn’t you be getting back?" This wasonly a formality. I thought it should be mentioned. "You want me to leave?"She read my mind, "No... No!" Well let’s put on some music!" she.