Her house would probably be called a mansion, it was large, three stories with many bedrooms. I always enjoyed staying overnight because I could pick ...ut a different bedroom each time. She would always read me stories and as I got older, eight, nine, ten, even eleven, she would invite me into her bed, especially if there was a storm or if we had watched a scary movie or were reading a scary book.We always had lots of fun, I got lots of hugs and snuggles, she often mussed my hair, whispered. Not often have I seen a cock of that calibre. I have to smile at my thought. I flop down next to Wesley. "Something interesting on TV," I ask him. In the meantime, I peek at his cock. My estimate is that it should be at least six inches at rest. Together we look at the dull images that flash by. Wesley continues to zap. My extensive digital television package also has porn channels and I see from the numbering that he almost arrived there. On the screen a white woman is being fucked by a black. It went accordingly as per my plan. Kissing……sucking…finger fucking…pressing her boobs, everything goes perfectly. She too responds me as well in all the positions. In between she was also moaning & hugging me tightly. After twenty minutes I saw the juices are flowing from her vagina. Without getting late I insert my iron cock in her cunt hole & this time also it went 2 inch. She hugs me tightly & her moaning increased. In between the words comes from her mouth that, “don’t take out, please. I finished university at 3 pm, four hours to kill. Thankfully I actually had some company at home, in the shape of my dad. "Hey sweetie, how was your day?" my dad sounded exhausted, another tough days work, he had mud all over his face and his white jumper and grey T-shirt were thrown in a pile, covered in dust and mud. "It's been alright, quite good actually! How about you? Must say you've looked better daddy," I tried to be a little light hearted with him; he looked fed up and stressed. .