I could taste what would probably be my own flavour mixed with his saliva and that sweet scent. Then, slowly, he directed something hard and pulsating...to my tiny virgin entrance. With my eyes fixed in his confident glare I felt myself spreading for him. First a stinging pain that I tried to ignore, but he intervened. Dont. I demand you to let yourself go. He said while reaching further inside me, and I obeyed, letting a hurtful moaning escape through my lips and something like a immense weight. When I think of my wetness mixing with his I climax and squirt, biting my lip to stop my moans escaping. The next thing I know, Paul is knocking on the door and asking if I'm okay as dinner is getting cold. I shout out that I'm fine and I’ll be there in a minute whilst giggling to myself. I wipe my soaked pussy with the used panties and then put them back under some clothes in the basket. I head back downstairs, my cheeks a little flushed but Paul doesn't seem to notice and we enjoy our dinner. I kissed her again on the part between her ears and cheek and whispered in her “I love you”. I don’t know about other girls, but my bitch loves it when I say this after the sex.She kissed my cheeks and replied the same with more intensity. I could see in her eyes that she meant it more than me. Actually, I didn’t mean it at all. I don’t plan to love her, marry her. I would love to as it will allow me to fuck this sex muffin all life. But I give little time for such thoughts. As for standing, I. We had never taken a shower together, and you were a bit shy at first, until I reminded you that your beloved father had fucked you several times during the night. You blushed when you remembered. You blushed again when you saw my naked penis begin to swell. You said, "Wow, daddy! So it really happened? It wasn't just a fantastic dream?" I assured you that it really happened, and I told you that from now on, it was okay for us to be naked with each other, and to look at each other's naked body..