The head overshadowed shaft. “I need to be certain you haven’t emitted a little semen, dear. Some of the boys do at this stage, and I can’t have...you dirty my stockings or soil my thighs. But you’re still dry, so bend over.” I patted my legs where the garters snugged up my dark brown stockings. “OK,” he sighed, and bent forward. He squirmed a moment and his cockhead rubbed my left thigh, his balls gently resting on my right stocking. I massaged his exposed cheeks, lecturing him in my sweetest. There were few other people on the beach at this time, and they didn't really know anyone in the neighborhood yet anyway."Man, I'm sleepy, I don't know why laying in the sun tires a person out so much." I don't think that's what has you so tired, Don," John said, "I think going to sleep so late, watching Amy and the girls, and getting up early to watch them some more does that." Yeah," Ron agreed, "I know what you mean. I really don't know if I slept much at all, I was so excited. Maybe we. "I'll be happy for the company and glad to take you home." When the brunette came down, Mel told her she was staying a while. Laura left and I shut down the computer. Mel and I grabbed a couple of beers and went out on the deck.I was a little nervous, since she and I had yet to talk about the proposition Sandy had made her. As I expected, after the small talk, that was the subject Mel brought up. "I have to say I'm kind of surprised you were able to convince Sandy to try it," she said."Hell, it. I stopped and grinned at her pretty face, contorted with lust. "You're my little creamy girl. My little slut. My own perfect little slut."Taking deep breaths. She was still crying out. "Never stopping. Never stopping. Oh, fuck. Coming for daddy." That's my girl. That's my girl." I love it so much. So much. Omigod. Oh, daddy. See how I drip and ooze. Oh shit. Coming over and over. Oh shit, yes." Always in there. Always in there. Always was a cum slut. You're my little cum slut." See, daddy? See,.