Dad's response was to grab my young ass and pull me towards him so that I couldn't get away. Clearly Dad wanted me to jizz in his mouth, and I was cer...ainly willing to let him. He may be my dad but it felt so good and I didn't want to stop. I felt the pressure build up in my balls and gave him one last chance to back down."Here it comes, Dad, I'm gonna shoot!"Dad bobbed his head up and down more quickly and was grunting with deranged lust. My cum fired out of my adolescent prick and into his. The emotion was so puzzling and incongruent with what I shouldhave felt at the happy (if tentative) conclusion of the whole skinsuitand demon slaying affair that I was slow to discover the obvious reasonfor it.Returning to the humdrum rut of my work at the University wasadmittedly an uninspiring prospect, but what truly weighed on me wasthe realization that my ties with the interesting, colorful andfriendly people whom I had met on my journey would be cut forever. Iwould never see any of them. He was getting in trouble at school and with the law. His father didn’t know what to do with him, so one day he told him that he was not going to feed him unless he did work. It worked for a few months, but he started to slack off and get in trouble again. True to his word, his father didn’t feed him, but he started stealing food.“His father then went out and bought himself a paddle, hoping to turn him around. He spanked him almost every day and still would not feed him unless he started to. “It doesn’t feel bad,” I told her. “I haven’t been pushing it the last few days, but I did my regular exercises today and they felt good, even a little light.”“You think this means you’re getting better?” she asked hopefully.“I think I’m pretty much recovered except for the shoulder,” I told her. “I hope that’s well on the way to recovered too.”“Ask Diego tomorrow when you’re at practice,” she said lightly. “Until then, what are your plans for this evening?”“Spend time with you three,” I said..