I eventually reached that point and my hungry pussy dictated me into my bedroom, where I took out my dildos and lube.After an hour or so of gently fuc...ing myself into a wet, gaping, fuck hole, I started to really pound myself in various positions, something that my pussy was only lately able to handle. If you endure being fucked for so long, the sensation changes. It’s a strange confusion of irritation and stimulation. My pussy gets wet by itself now, wears down the lube I applied to the dildo. When it came to the boy I again helped him dress properly but unfortunately there was a small problem. He had forgotten to bring his dance thong! A dance thong is a common and necessary piece of underwear worn by male dancers it holds their genitals in place, I didn’t have any spare thongs and normal underwear would have been impractical so I decided he would have to be naked under his silky blue tights, I watched him as he encased his legs and firm young bottom in the stretchy lycra and I had. When I heard him come home from a night out I would strip naked and fuck myself with whatever came to hand. When I masturbate I always think about my daddy and his cock.When I left home to go to university I really missed him. I love my daddy. One weekend I came home as a surprise. It was late and I had been driving for hours but I was sure my daddy would still be up as he always stays up late.I snuck into the house and burst into the living room to find my daddy drunk on the sofa watching porn. She went straight to her cupboard which was on the top and she started to search for her things. I kept the books and looked at her. That’s when I realized I was looking at her hips there was no piece of saree covering her hips. Immediately my cock sprang up. I was looking with my eyes wide open that I forgot about the tent in my pant.I was looking at it like it was very near me and I am going to lick it. I was imaging all this as I was looking at her. When she turned back I regained my senses..