” Stace moved towards the hall.“Run and hide, then. What do I care. But you’ll sneak out when you hear your mom paying me back with interest.”...He chuckled, “Her interest and yours.”Predictably, my foolish daughter’s pride stopped her. She spun around. “I’m not afraid of you. I don’t care how ugly you are.”Terry almost lost his cool affectation. He took three breaths, eyes blazing. He was going to break this baby bitch. Calmer, he said. “Of course not. I haven’t hurt anyone.”“You made my dad. My parents always gave in, and let them off the hook before they were supposed to. Maybe I wanted to be that little girl who got the special treatment.That night I wore the knee sock to bed. It was so soft, so thin. I just loved the feeling. I felt kind of weird, but I kept the sock. I hid it underneath my mattress for weeks. I wore it at night, and relished the sensations. Growing older, the cravings increased. I must have been nine years old when I tried on my mother's pantyhose for the first. My response of a grunt and push of my hips obviously was the right response as her hand glided back and forth along the length as I interrogated each of nipples with my mouth.With our arousal levels rapidly rising, I eased her onto her back, moved between her spread-eagled legs and, I have to confess, rather selfishly not even thinking about a condom, slid effortlessly inside.Her immediate reaction was to buck her hips up, welcome me further in, grip my buttocks and pull me tightly to her.. Joe grabbed my pony tail with one hand, and my ass with the other, and started pushing his whole body against my pussy, as if he wanted to pass through my pussy and come out from the other side. “yess! yess! yess! cum in me, daddy! cum in me!” I begged, as he was burying his head on my neck, kissing and biting my earlobes, while he was smashing womb entrance, knocking on the door to impregnate me, with his warm spongy mushroom shaped cock head.Joe started making loud noises and started pumping.