Besides, when you call me every name in the book, I'll know that I fucked up ... and I do fuck up. Guess it must be a guy thing, huh?" Jim quipped. "S...riously though, Honey, can we take this slow? I'm still feeling a little panicky about us burning out in the heat of passion. But dammit, you have a body that a man like me would kill for, and a heart big enough to lose myself in" he added."Yeah, I can handle going slow, if that's what you want. But I'll tell you something right now. Tonight,. I was almost asleep when I heard my door open and the key turned to lock it from the inside. I hadn’t thought it necessary to lock my door, now I’m not so sure. In fear I waited for what would happen next, I couldn’t turn a light on because the only light source in the room was an unlit candle on the nightstand. I felt the bed move as someone climbed onto it, a finger was placed over my lips, ‘Shh, Andrew, it is me, Estralita’ ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘My father warned me about talking to you. I couldn't hear anything at first, but then there came soft almost inaudible moans. I knew that he was now in the middle of jerking off; I slowly and quietly cracked open the door. As I opened the door a little wider I could see that my son was on his bed, his toes were curled into a fist and he had on hand completely wrapped around his cock. I could see now that it was much bigger than I thought it would be. It must have been pushing 8” and was at least 5” around. His dick head was slightly. The loud splat sound filled the room and Christine threw her head back, and involuntary, “Aaah” was forced out of her. Mark paused for a moment and watched as his handprint outlined in pink appeared on her skin. It was her first ever spank-print. His handprint was the first to ever mark her flesh. Mark felt a moment of pride, but reveled in the moment only briefly before he repeated it on the other cheek. The first two strokes were moderately hard, but he then dialed back the intensity a bit as.