Nothing works right. Partners are left unsatisfied and its nothing like what stories here say. My story started from my childhood. We cousins are used...to playing and being together back then I had no intentions or even wishes of having sex or even coping a feel from her (which I repented later). When the years long wish to tell one of the cousins failed crashed and burnt I was in plus two. After that I didn’t care about her cause I found more girls to be obsessed by. But my inborn shyness and. Lucky it’s leather.On shaking legs I stood and turned, my skirt slipping down. Dad moved and pushed me down onto the sofa, spread my legs and, lifting the hem of my skirt, bent forward. I slid to the edge of the sofa and spread myself as far as I could and watched as he began to lick all over my labia and legs then I felt the tip of his tongue between them and was off on my flight through the universe again. Tender as they were, they were responding to his cleaning and I was soon crying out. " Tell me what?" Daddy' voice cracked and I knew from the tone and the look in his eyes that what I had to say would not go down easy."Dad, there is someone I have been seeing for awhile now, and he has asked me to marry him. This is his family." Christy, what the fuck are you talking about? You know damn will that's not going to happen. Do you think I would ever allow another man to touch my daughter?" Mr. Davis, your daughter and I are in love and there's not a damn thing you can do about. ”“How’dya like the dressing.”Again that sound – half challenge, half expectation. I paused. But then he lightened up. “It was a little sour to me,” he said, honestly. Suddenly I had a lifeline – at least for this part of the conversation. “I like it with a kick,” I said, evading, but also being honest. “Next time – it tastes like that – just add a little honey. We got some.”“See,” he stops, plates in his hand. “Like – how do you know that, Unc? Like – that’s right – fuck it didn’t taste right.