.the bitch. Dad never had any visitors, and I had my bestfriend over almost every night. That stopped after the day I tried to show my love for dad...y, to dad. "Hey Honey.. Breakfast?" He asked, With his voice melting into my eardrums as I walked closer, looking over him to see what it was, sure to blow into his ear a tiny bit, I said, "Sure, Why not. But let me take over, daddy." It was then that he looked at me, and I seen the bulge growing in his pants. What I wore on that day was on. ... yes.... yes..... yessss,!" she cries wildly. Rutting against me, I feel her reach for the side of the desk, stationary knocked to the floor in rampant need. Thighs tensing, her moans blur into one constant moan as I suddenly feel her let go, the waves of ecstasy crashing over her as her pleasure reaches a crescendo. And then that moment when I claim her, pushing her finally over the edge into the inky abyss, mind and body submitting, lost to her orgasm. It's the most amazing climax that. But I didn't have much else to do, since my summer job was only a few days a week. That morning, after a quick post-workout nap, I decided to head to the local mall and wander the bookstore. While I was a tall, blond, attractive swimmer, I was--and remain--a nerd.In the bookstore, I ran into Margaret, who was also looking for a good novel to read. She and I had attended neighboring single sex high schools and had then gone to the same university out of state. Very pleasant and her class. "Do. You. Promise?" "Yes mommy, I promise!" Say it." She demanded. Her hips were starting to sway slightly. "I promise. I promise to be mommy's good, good boy." As the words were coming out of my mouth, she hooked her thumbs in the top of her shiny panties and pulled them down her thighs. She straightened up and pushed her naked sex toward my face. She had a dark trail of trimmed bush in a neat little "v". At the terminus of the black bush was something that took my breath away: a pronounced.