When I tried once, Daddy slapped me and called him a whore. Since he treated me as a girl, his attitude to women was extended to me. Women were there ...or his gratification, but shouldn’t enjoy it too much. The pleasure was for him alone. After round two he told me to shower and then to change the sheets in his room and open the window to air the room out. While I was in the shower I managed to take care of myself. While stroking , I remembered how good it felt riding his big cock and. I’d saved up the funds for months, ready for my first piece. It was going to be huge and hurt like a motherfucker—exactly how I’d dreamed of. I knocked on his door, across the way from my own and on the top floor. The man who greeted me was soft-spoken, handsome by normal standards. His arms were solid, bright sleeves. One of them was a collage of the Nightmare Before Christmas, so I knew he had to be some kind of okay. I wound my way through his apartment to his extra bedroom, the workroom, he. I licked it all over and dubbed my beard across his pink boypussy. He moaned and shook with pleasure. I started to fuck him with my tongue and could hear his breathing increasing. Slowly he started rocking his hips back into my face and I knew he was losing himself to the pleasure. He was reaching the perfect point of doing whatever I said just to keep feeling good."How's that feel boy?" So good Daddy, please don't stop..." he moaned his reply."You want to make me happy right boy?" Yes Daddy!". I quickly walked over to the side of the tool shed. I looked down to see my cock half erect. I walked around the front of the tool shed. I leaned down to touch my neighbors small lawn mower. It was still warm. I then felt like someone was watching me. "Hello! Young man!" said a lady voice. I turned quickly. My mouth fell open. It was my hot MILF neighbor. She was standing inside the tool shed, completely naked. She had her hands on her sexy hips. "I was hoping you were not a dream, I was.