She eased off his face moaning "I need your cock inside me!"My father rolled her over on the bed, her ass high in the air, and went in for one final l...ck of her pussy, and he ended by massaging her asshole his tongue with a finger in her pussy. She pleaded with him to fuck her dripping cunt with his cock and he pulled away from her.He teased her entrance with his cock and slowly slid the whole thing until he was all the way inside her. He let her adjust for a few seconds and slowly pulled out,. So when I wroteanother story using the Mrs. Mason theme I made sure they did deserve it.Years later I don't think it matters anymore for these type of stories.This is my first original story written a long time ago. You will noticea lot of the same themes as the last one. I don't mind repeating myself,so no need to tell me I am repeating myself ;-) Comments welcomed.-----------------------------------------------------------------------Linda, came running home crying. She slammed the door. In fact, in all my years at Nanticoke, I’d gone exactly once (to see Gilda Potash). The idea of meeting Becky there was something out of a wet dream. I accepted, of course, showing up in chinos and a madras shirt, my brown, processed hair parted neatly on the left side. Becky, in a yellow dress and green blouse, showed wearing a yellow ribbon in her hair, set with bangs and a flip curl in back. My confidence level was higher than it had been years ago. Still, there was something surreal about. My dick started to get precum after listening to her words. I went into the bedroom and removed my dress and wrapped a towel around me. My dick was pointing from the towel and I got scared. I tried to get my dick loose but instead it is getting more hard and wet. So I thought it is the time and went to the hall with my dick pointing out from the towel. She looked at my hard dick and suddenly turned her head towards tv as if she didn’t see anything. I went towards her and sat beside her. She was.