“Oh fuck, Daddy!!” she moans. When I am sure that her pussy has adjusted to my big cock I start to move a little faster, although I don’t shorte... my strokes. Then I start to use a variety of movements, fast, slow, and a combination where I pull out slow and then slam into her. She’s calling out, “Yeah, Fuck me, Daddy!! Fuck your girl!! Fuck me like you do Mommy!! Oh fuck yeah!! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming!!”I’m thankful for having cum earlier because I last for quite a long time, riding through. "A what!" she said, finally."A bartender. I worked four hours tonight. That's why I'm so late," I said. She just shook her head."What are they payin' you, minimum wage?" she said. She was clearly not impressed with my job hunting success. But then, all of a sudden, her expression changed. It was so sudden, that I think she had to catch herself. I had that real bad feeling again. The same one, or akin to the one, I'd had three months earlier when my world crashed."No, ten bucks per hour and. I didn't wait for her to respond before I kissed her. She wrapped her fingers into my hair and brought her leg up between mine and pressed against me. I let myself drown in her warm embrace and my hands worked the buttons on her shirt. I slowly undid each button until her shirt was open. Her hands found their way under my shirt and she playfully teased my nipples to full erection. She broke away from kissing me to help me take her shirt off. I quickly pulled my little T-shirt off. She kissed me. .." She uses her free hand to gesture at thefront of my blouse, touching it softly, "I'd undo a few more buttons onyour blouse. Should I do it for you now?"She lets go of my chin and I nod, caught in her gaze. With a practisedhand she unfastens the top four buttons of my blouse one after another,revealing more of my cleavage than I'm comfortable with and showing thelace on my bra.. one more and I might as well not be wearing a blouse atall."There we go, perfect, right?" I nod meekly, and she.