’'But daddy, I trust you, or would you prefer I go with any boy who might give me something and hurt me.' I wriggled my ass cheeks on his lengthenin... cock, which was getting harder by the second. 'The boys I've dated just want to see my cunt and have a quick feel to satisfy themselves, then telling their friends, 'I had Angel's twat last night,' or for me to give them blowjobs, and that leaves me so frustrated.''Ok, ok, I want you to tell me what else is troubling you,' not taking his eyes from. Without warning, like a blur he runs down the stairs, not seeing me. The bundle in my hands lands on the thick carpet as I stop the head on collision by grabbing his towel wrapped hips. Startled, he comes to a halt catching his balance with a hand on the railing, his eyes wide under the fringes of wet curls. Moment lasts forever while I drink in the site of wet Adonis, man-child, droplets of water on his bronze skin, clean, warm smell filling my lungs. I should let go of him, half my age, he. She stood on the side of the bed. There was no towel around her body. She was using it on her hair instead. He was eye level with her shaved pussy again. He felt his cock starting to stiffen. Julia reached down to check on the hardness of his cock. Her hand landed on his sticky cum. “Oh! I see you didn’t follow my instructions again. I told you there would be a punishment,” she informed him. He had no idea what was going to happen. He had never seen his wife like this before. He couldn’t figure. Like a gentleman I folded them before hanging them over the back of one seat. My underpants soon followed. With barely a word uttered I slid inside her. She looked even younger on this second meeting but it was obvious that she wasn't a virgin. Even Colleen was tighter but I didn't mind.We had sex maybe four times and every time it was the same missionary position. At about 11 o'clock she told me that we must get dressed as her parents would be leaving the pub soon and it was only around the.