Dad had been killed in the line of duty when I was twelve and I guess I never got over it. I can still remember the night the captain came to our fron... door and told Mom the bad news. The next few days were filled with the preparations for the funeral and the funeral itself. Like most cop funerals, Dad's was a big one. There were cops from almost every state and dignitaries from our state's capital.Mom was an attorney so money wasn't a problem. Dad had a lot of insurance and there was a fund. We had some fun chats on line and eventually met which developed into me sucking him off in a pub toilet, that when I discovered his thick 9” cock and how much spunk his manly balls hold! Fortunately there was noise in the pub so that no-one, I think, heard or saw a tranny swallowing his cum.Over the next few weeks we had some more fun and I had to walk the half mile home sometimes looking a little dishevelled or with a big grin across my face.Ben also has a think about satin and especially. Satisfied that all was secure, she opened another door, turned on the light, and told him to walk down the stairs. He looked down, but before he could object, she gave him a little shove. He looked back at her, then walked down the steps. He came to a stop when he noticed the only thing downstairs was a king size bed and a very large cabinet. She shoved him forward toward the bed. When he turned around to ask her something, she pushed him onto the bed. His body bounced once, and, within a. "I spank you hard, quickening my strikes. You reach your hand back, trying to cover your ass and I grab it, holding it against your lower back. You fight me a little and I trap your legs down with my own." David! Oh, God!" Spank! Spank! Spank! My hands reach in between your legs to your cli-" Da...Da...Da...David!" I scream, cumming hard."I'm with you, baby. Keep cumming. I'm holding you. Kissing you." Thank you, David," I whisper, relishing in the aftershocks, rolling around on my bed."Damn,.