With a week of saving it up, the excitement of masturbating in front of my girlfriend and the build-up from edging myself, this was one huge load of c...m! As I continued to jack off and shoot thick cum on her panties, I heard her gasp slightly and utter a few wordless exclamations, and when I was done she smiled excitedly and said "You must have shot a gallon!".I knew it was her turn for pleasure after that, so I quickly began to undress her, starting by removing her cum-covered panties and then. Oh honey, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, please forgive me; I don't know what came over me. I've been sitting down there kicking myself for what I've done to you." Daddy, please, just let me go. I need to pee so bad. Hurry!"Carefully, a look of horror on his handsome face, he moved forward and began to untie the knot around my right ankle. King was also in the room, edging in close, hoping for a pet, or a pat on the head. I ignored the dog and struggled to hold my bladder."Hurry! Hurry Daddy!. That morning I didn’t sleep, I heard John leaving, then Jessica tiding up the kitchen, I stroked my cock and it quickly got hard, I moved my quilt so that my legs and stomach were exposed, lying on my side, my hard cock was erect. I heard her come towards my room. I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. She opened the door and walked up to me. She was standing there, I felt her breath near my midriff, the sound of a deep breath, the gentlest of touches on my stiff cock. It was torture not to. But that feeling was fleeting. There was no arrogance or condescension in his voice, no deprecation. His tone held nothing but that quiet, subtle power. Surprised as she was that her indignance faded as quickly as it had flared, she was shocked to realize something else. Part of her wished he had been speaking to her, telling her she was his good girl. A tingle came to life between her legs. Who was he? What was he doing here? Who was he talking to? She felt a strong desire to find out, and.