His penis was large, but not erect. She grabbed it with one hand and stroked it a few times, like I would normally do when I masturbated. It wasn’t ...ong before it was about half hard.Brianna looked at me. “He doesn’t have any hair down there!” she exclaimed rather alarmingly. “Are all guys that huge?”She once again looked to my crotch for a second before I could answer. “How would I know? I don’t go around asking guys how big they are.”“Well, is yours that big?” Her eyes were now latched to the. But the fact is it came to thepoint where I hardly ever saw her anymore. Maybe we'd get together once ortwice a month. Maybe we'd spend an hour or so together at some restaurant.The other 95% of the time, I was by myself, living a false life, pretendingto be someone I wasn't. For who? It would have been hard enough if I weredoing it for Phoebe's benefit. But was she really getting that much out ofthat ninety minutes a month that it warranted me sacrificing my whole life?Parents make sacrifices. He stepped to the wall and chose a thin whip. Feel free to scream, for you will, I promise you. He brought the whip down across her back, and she did indeed scream, loudly. His cock responded as a few beads of blood oozed out of the welt. Again, he brought it down, this time across her ass, and her scream grew louder. Almost without pause, he whipped her from shoulders to feet, front and back. She screamed until she lost her voice, and his cock was throbbing by the time his arm tired. His back. "Not for my little girl it isn't." I objected. So I pushed my hand between us and found her dripping sex. I curled two fingers inside my little girl and found the roughness of her G-spot."Right there! Fuck!" She cried. "Finger me, Daddy!"I worked her with my fingers and it didn't take long until she was squirming on top of me."I'm cumming!" Natalia exclaimed, as her vagina constricted on my fingers and her wetness flooded. It was only a brief high, but from the look on her face it was what she.