I said, "Wow. That was awesome. Is that book on masturbation that good?" She shook her head shyly. "It is very interesting, and it has a lot in it th...t I didn't know, but... I was also reading this." She held up a paperback. It had a lurid painting on the cover, and the title was "Cheerleader Orgies". I sat on the edge of the bed. "Wow, porn. That would make me masturbate too. You didn't get that from Ling, did you?" She said, "No. It was in my purse. I brought it from home. I have a... a. He looked at me in a way I really don’t what it meant and he said “Are you sure?” I simply nodded my head. He said “then come here”. I dropped my plastic cup and walked myself to the bonnet of the car where he was sitting. He looked me in the eye and in a quick motion kissed my lips, completely shocked I just shuddered back and shouted “What are you doing papa?”He simply said “What you agreed to, and I mean it, you do what I say tonight and I approve you if not, I’ll just tell my daughter I. Her young man lived in a rooming house that was accessible from one of those rooftops, and so they had met clandestinely on those rooftops when they were able and saw each other in her father’s church each Sunday, where they had first seen each other.She had invited her young man to dinner to meet with her father, hoping to gain his approval. It had been a near disaster with her father and her young man disagreeing on a number of topics of religion and science. Her father had exiled him from. Morally she knew it wasn’t exactly right. Not only was he her ex’s son but he was also only sixteen. A very mature sixteen, but sixteen nonetheless. Despite her trepidation she loved the thought of crawling between his legs and taking his young cock between her lips, seeing the look on his face as she sucked his dick down to the base and back up. Holding it between her large tits, lubed with spit and pre-cum, moaning and talking dirty as he tit fucks her. She sat in her car waiting for her.