” Then she kissed me.I asked, “How old are you?”Amanda replied, “Twenty-five. How old are you?”I replied, “Thirty-five.”Amanda said, “...’ve always had a thing for older men. I love my father dearly and for some reason I loved the man that kept trying to get me pregnant too. Thank God he didn’t succeed…I may never have met you and Colleen.”For the rest of the weekend Amanda and I were inseparable. We made love often and we talked about everything. By the time Sunday evening rolled around we were. I’m safe, I’m in control, and I get to be whoever I want to be.’ The last few words were laced with anger, and Dr. Prescott knew better than to try to challenge what she had said. It was time to let Ava speak, and, in some ways, she was right. This was how she was choosing to explore herself, and shaming it or her wasn’t going to help anyone. ‘Are you sure you want to hear this?’ Ava asked quietly. Dr. Prescott nodded. Ava swallowed hard and tucked her hair behind her ears before continuing.. That meant shoppers and coworkers, and leafing the store will be difficult with the swollen cock I now had. Lingering, however, meant overtime, and overtime meant being berated by the store manager, so I slung my apron over my arm like a waiter at a fancy restaurant, d****d it low enough to hide the slowly lolling erection, and made for the door. I casually, but politely, declined any amount of conversation other than a nod, wave, or "Good morning" as I plodded through the store, trying to hide. My cock was out in the open.She pushed back the foreskin and started kissing and licking my dick.She stroked it and I cummed.She licked it and drank it all.She then brought a towel and cleaned me.She told not to tell anyone and she will satisfy all my demands one day.Then one day I went upstairs into my bedroom and was watching porn. I waited for her to come upstairs for regular cleaning.Then I purposely put a picture of a woman who was fucked by two men.I then sat on the bed.Bindu came into my.