He had always seemed to be uncomfortable around Brooke and her girlfriends back in high school and had avoided her bedroom at home. Now, with her brot...er, Tim, on the other hand, Daddy was always more than comfortable with being around him and his friends."So, Dee," Brooke's father began haltingly, "Your accent does not sound very much like it originated anywhere around the Green Mountains. What part of the South do you call home?" Oh, I grew up in Kentucky and North Carolina. My late daddy was. We quickly became friendly, invited her to dinner once and became friends. Along the way she and Doris became dear and tight friends. She became a frequent Sunday guest of ours and met Ash Balfour another such student friend. They married and had a child who received a full scholarship to Stanford.I went through a difficult year of mourning after Doris’ passing. Then about three months into my second year without her I met an art professor who was at least twenty years my junior. It was a nice. .I'm gonna cum...oh you dirty cocksucker here it cums!" she screamed as she pulled my head to the base of her cock. I felt her cock spasm as several shots of cum hit the back of my throat."Don't swallow it...keep it in your mouth...don't you swallow it...I know you want to but I want it", she commanded. She pulled out her cock, "Open your mouth, I want to see my cum." I did as she ordered and then placing her cock over my open mouth, "Here's a little more, I don't want you to lose a single. Their arms down at their sides and eyes in a trance due to the fright they were experiencing."Mia, Amy, come on!" I shouted. The pictures on the walls began falling off crashing to the ground. The pictures on the staircase crashed sending shards of glass all over the carpet.I tugged on Mia's and Amy’s arms, but they just stood there."Mia, Amy!"Mia and Amy tugged back then pointed to their feet."Daddy, the glass! We are barefoot. We will cut our feet!" She pleaded as tears dripped from her.