But that lack of ability was more than made up for by his technique. Clyde had the ability to use his mouth like a vibrator. No just simple bobbing up...and down on a dick until the guy came. He did his magic on my cock, taking his time until I just couldn't stand it any more.I blew my load into his mouth and he just kept on going at it. Finally, it was tickling so bad, I had to make him stop. But I did thank him profusely.He gave me his business card with his phone number and told me that if I. “It’s ok, I understand. Maybe tomorrow?” I asked.“Definitely, I will call you when I get up.” she responded.I was getting used to having Jen sleep in my bed over the weekends. It felt cold and lonely without her and I fell asleep early just wanting the night to be over. I woke up to the sound of rain beating on the roof, it was a real down pour, New Orleans style. I got up, walked to the front and looked out. Apparently it had been raining a while, everything was drenched. I looked at the clock. She looked like I did when I need to be fucked. But why wasn’t Daddy fucking her?Daddy was pinching and pulling on my clit, making my pussy juicy and sloppy. You could hear his cock sliding in and out of my cunny I was so wet. The fuzzy feeling in my head and body made the sounds louder and hotter. “Oh Daddy, I feel sooo s’good!” I said closing my eyes, having my first cum on his cock for the day. “I know baby, keep watching the movie Missy, I want you to see Mommy get fucked,” he said, sliding. "As a youngster I'd asked my parents about my middle name and why they'd chosen it. They said it was a name that was passed down through the ages from Colonial times."I guess the fact got lost that one of my ancestors was executed as a Witch."I've seen my genealogy dating back to the early 1600's. I remembered some of the names from back then. I didn't know about Sara and Peter. I guess after several generations they were a mystery and got left off the family tree."Rumors about a Salem Witch.