He removed my hand with a stronger grip, never breaking his rhythm. He thrust it away, overt rejection.This hurt me deeply. I returned my hand, gently... submissively, and rested it lightly where it had been. My hand followed his motion as I snuggled closely bringing my lips to his ear. In a gentle, soft whisper, I pleaded, "Dan, don't do this to me."He continued. I said, "This is wrong. She's just a child. She's our daughter." As if in reply, his thrusts became stronger, going deeper, a moan. She started to say something else, maybe something apologetic and embarrassing, but she was saved by the arrival of the ice cream in disposable containers. She had a scoop of sherbet and I had a small chocolate syrup covered ice cream mountain of various flavors. She raised an eyebrow at my heaping helping. "We'll share. It'll be a cute girlfriend boyfriend thing," I said with a shrug.The booths opposite the counter were filled; we would have to walk past Cody. We could have simply left, but I. August 5, Circleville, Ohio“Hi, Mike!” Mr. Malenkov said warmly when he opened the door on Friday evening.“Hi, Mr. Malenkov!”“Come on in. Katy and her mom are working on dinner.”I followed him into the great room and accepted his offer of a glass of sherry, something I’d never had before.“I’ve never had this before, but I like it,” I replied.“Let me guess, except for wine, you’ve mostly drunk vodka?”“Yes. My grandfather doesn’t drink anything else!”Mr. Malenkov laughed, “A true Russian, is. It's difficult to remember, but I think I may have even let out a moan of ecstasy upon feeling him in my hand again. There was already lots of pre cum from his thick, at least 8 inch cock leaking out.The slippery clear fluid was covering my palm as I stroked him.I suddenly wanted nothing more that to make my man cum. I remember thinking that I didn't care if we got caught or even if he shot his white, sticky cum all over me. I wanted to please him.The thought of making him cum, the thought of.