He groaned, clutching the blanket underneath him. Then her tongue was all over his balls and then licking up and down his engorged cock meat. He gaspe..., his heart skipping numerous beats, so glad he blew a load already because he definitely would've lost it by now if he hadn't. His cock could get no harder, it was an impressive shade of purple he never even saw before. She slapped it against her tongue and smiled, releasing it and straddling him again. He tried to catch his breath but couldn't. ‘I-I wanted Alan to make love to me! I wanted him. I was the one who made the first move!’ ‘Shut up!’ he yelled, covering his ears. He still held the bat. She saw blood on it, near the end. He had really beat Alan hard with it! ‘I learned about sex, daddy,’ she continued, trying to reach him. ‘I didn’t learn it from you, or mommy, but from someone that knew how. I know what I like, I know how to please now.’ ‘ I said SHUT UP!!’ he roared. ‘I can’t help what I’ve become,’ she continued, ‘I like. Whenever we are alone, you want your lund either in my mouth or chut or between my boobs. You always want me to be nude with you in the bedroom. You want me to be doing all sort of moves for fucking. You like me to ride you. Am I right, Nitin?” I told her that she was right. I asked her, “Do you feel happy by just making me happy?” She smiled and nodded affirmatively. She told me that she had suppressed all her desires due to my brother. But now, she has tasted the enjoyment of fucking. She. No concept of sharing the hurt, of giving pleasure, of listening together to the musical thwump of the flogger, of serving the floggee… It's all academic and selfish, - mutuality is dead, spiritual enjoyment gone….I used to row on the river (at Henley too), and a rhythm of 35 strokes to the minute was regular for me so that's what I look for now, full effort behind every stroke across my bum and back, but who is there out there prepared to go that far ? All the well-built ladies in scanty.