For the first time since the initial storm, I wasn’t repulsed by the touch of another being. I felt sweetness flooding me, and tenderness and warmth... Writhing, I reached out, unable to touch, but oh, so able to feel as I felt myself penetrated, gently at first, and then with a need that matched my own. It seemed to last forever, for which I was thankful for. I had never once, in my life, been fucked that hard, nor as gloriously. My screams of passion were muffled by a feminine mouth upon mine,. It was only the fourth week of term, and I was already becoming pretty sadistic. For a week straight I would go home and masturbate more than once just imagining those toes. Sometimes thinking about those feet getting sweaty in her socks when she wore closed shoes, imagining that ever so slightly wet and tangy smell. I wanked in the shower in the morning before school thinking of when she wore sandals, with the fabric wedged right between those painted toe nails and the soles of her feet being. As I looked down at her she was looking up at me, straight into my eyes as my cock used her mouth like it was a pussy. She liked do it that way, kneeling and having my cock forced as deep as possible down her throat while she stared at me. After a few minutes of me fucking her mouth she stopped me, and she pulled out a tube of dark red lipstick, applied it liberally to her lips, then started kissing my cock and balls, leaving lipstick all over my organ of love/As I approached orgasm, Louise. He pays to have sex with me. I have sex with you because of love”. Dad nodded. He seemed resigned to the fact that there would be times when I would go with someone else. “I know he pays because Sue told me” he said and the subject was dropped.It was late afternoon when I got a message on my mobile phone. “See you tomorrow Sally. 2pm at me house” and he included the address. I wondered if he would be with another guy because I know he enjoyed the threesome we had at Sid and Sue’s house. I made.