‘Something like that. Men want to spread their genes.’ She huffed and drank. ‘Don’t tell me you too.’ ‘Of course not.’ I said with a dev...ous smile. ‘I just want to feel good with someone to love.’ ‘So you don’t fall for little girls?’ I shrugged. ‘Why not?’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘You’re telling me you’re one of those perverts too?’ ‘I could be, if she’s cute and wants me too.’ ‘Thank goodness I’m not cute then.’ she said looking at nothing on the horizon. I just drank until she looked at me. She sat on me and did not move for a while, just kissing me and getting used to my cock being in her ass, Emma then gave me strict instructions 'Now I know my spots so I will move on you and I will wank my cock and cum all over you, but promise you won't move?' I winked at her and got a stern look 'seriously! put your hands behind your head and let me ride you' 'ok,ok I will not move'. Emma started to slowly rock backwards and forwards on my cock in small movement and very slowly built up her. The situation was like something from a romance novel. Trip had a successful father, which I already deduced from what I knew of his mother. While this was good in some ways, it was difficult in others. Trip's father was an account representative for Allied Chemical. As a salesman, he was often away from home. When they were together, Trip was not the sort of boy his father admired—asocial, non-athletic, indifferent to status and not at all entrepreneurial.It was so much like my own story, my. Ramer and I both went back for seconds and then thirds, discussing the intricacies of her flavor profile, as Jennifer stood obediently still and continued producing her sweet nectar for us, each dip of our fingers into her opening being met by yet another little rush of syrupy fluid and accompanied by an insistent moan from from the back of my daughter's throat. Ramer ran his hands over her body, constricting her throat, grabbing her hair, squeezing her breasts and flicking her nipples, keenly.