26, when I returned from my business trip on the other side of the country) will always be a special date for me. Maybe even more special than family ...irthdays. Because it was my first of many times riding the sexiest man I’ve ever known. I didn’t think about it that day, but maybe it seems strange to some reading this, that the first – and only – thought on my return from a cross-country business trip was to return home, not to the arms of my husband (whose arms hadn’t held me in year), but. "Will you carry my bags in for me?" she asked. "I don't want my dog to run out."Uh, fuck yeah! I thought to myself.And sure enough, as soon as she opened the door, her basset hound dog tried to escape. She loved on him for a while and asked if I'd stay for something to eat, explaining she hadn't had anyone over her new apartment yet. So after having me accompany her while walking her dog, I was excited when she led me to her bedroom and said, "Go ahead and take your clothes off." When she saw. The aroma from my pussy started to fill the air like a mating call. My stepfather removed his thumb and started to lick my hole, tasting the heavenly juices that were inside. His tongue lashed at my interior and lapped my wetness up. He was delighted by the sweet taste and I was delighted by the work his tongue and finger were doing. He spread my legs further to gain easier access to my tasty treat. “Oh god daddy, I’m going to cum.” I moaned, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” I placed my hands on the. Another lick and my pussy lips part, and I thrust my hips trying to center his tongue where I like it best. He isn’t working with me but my pussy is gathering moisture, and my clit is thrumming with my pulse. Thrusting his tongue into my core, he stops for a moment while his thumb gathers moisture to rub my sweet spot. I’m going to come, and it feels so good, I don’t care who I fuck. I just need more friction. I’m moaning, if not for this gag I would be begging, but I have no control. Rather.