“He looks to have a big one as well. Do you think I would get pleasure from him?” She asked, looking him directly in the eyes. His face was a pict...re of distortion of pain and pleasure as she teased with her hand and taunted him with her words. “I would like to take him into our bed and have him fuck me.” She told him. “Have him touch me all over; kiss me all over; tongue my pussy and then fuck me.” She added as she increased the strokes of her hand. She could see the pain and agony on his. I moved up towards the center and every kiss was making her uncontrollable. She closed her eyes and started biting her own lips. She put her hands over my head and pushed me inside.I resisted and put my finger inside from the side of her panty. It was all wet inside. I stretched her panty aside and fingered her wet pussy. She held my arms and pushed me aside to come over. Said “Ab meri baari…. ;)” and she started kissing my neck and kept on kissing my shoulders and chest while she unbuttoned my. He had a job, some money in the bank and no wives — past or present.He always brought presents for me and Tiffany with an Irish theme. When I was around four, he gave me a stuffed Bear named Paddy. Paddy had a green ribbon around his neck and had a place of honor on my top shelf. Most years since then, it had been a button. Paddy was covered with them, everything from "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" to a huge four leaf clover. Oh, and his head was covered by a green beanie that I'd felt like a fool. .." Marie, I hear hesitation in your voice. You know you can tell me anything. I'll do my best to be honest with you and not judge you. How is sex with him?" Dad! I feel funny talking to you about that." It's ok Sweetheart. You can talk to me about it. You are still on the pill aren't you?" Yes Dad, but sex isn't all I heard it was cracked up to be. To be honest, I can take it or leave it. It hardly seems worth the effort. Maybe it's just me. It doesn't seem all that good with Bill and that.