She loved the colours Orange, Pink and Yellow and had a set of silky short half pants which made me mad each time she wore them.I felt quite mad with ...eat with my dick up and hard all the time. Casual touching of our bodies would spark fires inside me that never subsided even after jerking off and cumming three times a day. Inhaling with deep breaths the mmmmm aroma of my Didi’s used panties or bra or shirts, running in to the bathroom when ever my Didi would come out after pissing, hearing her. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Besides, I wondered what you looked like out of your uniform.” She stood with her hands on her hips, waiting. I obviously wasn’t going to get rid of her easily. “Go on,” she said.I took off my stockings and unzipped the corselette.“Panties too,” Miss Carson ordered “Lay down on your face. I want to see how your backside is after that spanking.” I did as she told me and felt her hands running over my buttocks, feeling where the spanking she had given me had left my. I feel so safe and secure in his strong arms. I got to his room and entered without knocking. As I was crawling into his bed, he came out of the shower, totally naked. My eyes went to his beautiful penis. It hung down about six inches and as thick as it was, it couldn't hide his huge, low-slung balls. God, I love my daddy's fuck-flesh. He approached the bed, smiling at me and telling me how much he loved me. A shiver ran up my spine. The anticipation of what he was going to do to me made me. “ Hey Mr. Hunt!” he exclaimed. “ Is Josh home?”“ Call me Mike.” I told him again. “ Yes, he’s here, go on upstairs.” He ran by me and up to the second floor. I could smell him as he jolted by and the smell made me hard. I pushed the thought from my mind and closed the door. I yelled up to them that I would be in the garage if they needed me.“OK” came the combined reply.I guess I might as well give you the back story. My name is Mike obviously. I’m a 35 year old divorcee. I live alone with my.