I have on boxers and my cock is semi-hard but bent in a downward position. U then... Bend down to my thigh area and began to kiss the head of me.. you... tongue is so wet,so fat,and fulfilling it makes me tingle here and there. Your lips are so sexy,soft and full.. u have on a plum longlasting lipstick color that doesn't smear jus the way I LIKE. U began wrapping your lips and mouth around the head of daddy. But my boxers are still on.. mmmmm Im so ready and anxiously awaiting for the full. Know their whereabouts? Got a phone number? Email address? Anything?Well, I guess it's my turn, now, huh?Funny that much of your early sexual exploration was with a family member. I wonder just how much that happens. I suspect a lot.Anyway, here goes.I more or less found that I felt good when I rubbed myself in the bathtub at about six or seven, as I remember. I don't think I ever had orgasms or anything that specific, just a good feeling. I also began to hump my pillow when I was around nine. “Hey you missed a spot.” Stop talking and do your work.” It was light hearted flirtation along the way.As we were finishing up, we drank down some Cokes and began cleaning up our supplies in the garage. Our joking and flirtation turned to splashing water at each other. Susan had a pleasant demeanor and she was fun to be around. Through the washing and splashing her T-shirt looked like it was ready for a wet T shirt contest. When she stood in front of me, she was slightly embarrassed by it. And over the course of years, it was probably the five-hundredth time we had gotten together for dinner, drinks, a joint, and a night of the kind of intimate talk and giddy laughter that good friends share. Dave had died in the late spring, just before his forty-first birthday. Pancreatic cancer was mercifully quick, merciful for him that is, but that’s what really counts. The rest of us were dazed and in shock at the sudden and unexpected haste with which he had departed and from a relatively.