I had hellish thoughts that enveloped my consciousness, but a man ought to bury those sins deep in his heart and forget them as father would have said... Later that day, Katherine was out in our back room bathing. I was lying on my bed reading Dostoyevsky, completely hypnotized by his literary cunning, until I heard my mother screech. It was faint and muffled, it had a familiar sound and I knew I had heard it before. Only this time it was more than just barely audible. I with a calming. His face is ashen, his hands are on my shoulders, and I sat up in the bed. My body was covered in sweat and trembling. Suddenly, I vomited all over Oliver's lap and chest and felt his hands pull away. 'So much for a great steak dinner, ' I thought as I sat up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked at Oliver. The look of horror and shock on his face was more than I could handle and I burst into tears. I tried to turn away from him, but instead, he wrapped his arms around me, and. An embarassed look flushed her face."Sorry, Dad, it's just that," she explained reluctantly, "I have a foot fetish. I mean, my feet seem to be one of my most excitable organs in my body." I wanted to assure her that it was nothing to be ashamed of, when my gaze fell on her sweater. Even through the light woollen material, her erect nipples were poking through. She must be having ultra-sensitive toes, I thought absently as I massaged her injury. For some reason, I kept looking at the swell of. "Pleaaaaaaseee," I moaned."You want this?" He asked softly. "You want me to fuck you?" Yessssssssssss!"Even though my dick was fully soft, Ayden's fingering had awoken the most sensitive part of my body. On the bed that I normally used to fuck his sister, I wanted more than anything to be mounted by this 19-year-old stud.Slowly and confidently, he gave me what I wanted.The tip of Ayden's anaconda was overwhelming. Even though he had loosened me up, his dick was so much thicker than his fingers..