I avoided them. Then the computer club nerds started shadowingme; I shooed them away with a flash of my tits. I thought that wouldscare the masturbati...g incels away and it did.Worst was the cretin Biff from English lit class: "I want you to want mebecause you know how my junk works." Gross: how do girls put up withthat? Stepmom had warned of such behaviour but added, "Every crisis is anopportunity," and had rubbed her thumbs and forefingers together in amoney sign when she had said it. I toyed. . is everywhereAt home later that day when my father came in from the fields I was on him before he could even wash up for supper."Dad, have you ever heard of a guy named Cecil Mundy?" Oh, you mean, Cecil Mundy the Guitar Player that used to play in the same group as your Aunt Patsy."Well... yeah... Son, I was in the room where they were broadcasting. Your Aunt Patsy introduced us." Dad, do you think if I work at it, I'd ever be able to play as well as him?" Well, Son, I don't know. You see,. “So take me, Christopher,” begged Serenity who needed so badly to be filled by a real man.“Your wish is my command, babe,” I smiled before tackling her against the window of the car and impaling her with a thrust that made both of us groan.“Stronger, Christopher, I beg you, stronger!”I reached her request by rubbing her back against the window with each thrust, the burn she felt making her scream even louder. She quickly squirted all over me, her soaked pussy tightening madly against my member. Matt walked in and stood beside her. “Baby, you will need to ask for permission to enter my bed each time you wish to be with me, understood?” he asked.“Yes, Master, I understand,” she replied. “Daddy, may I please enter your bed?” she asked.“You may,” Matt answered.“Oh, thank you, Daddy,” she cooed as she rose and climbed on the bed. Matt followed her and lay next to her. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Bri,” he whispered as he kissed her deeply, not as his daughter, but as.