It feels absolutely wonderful.----I grip my shaft tightly and feel the warmth return as I begin to stroke. Yes, I think, I am going to blow cum out of... my fucking dick all over myself. I stroke quicker at this dirty thought. I'm aroused enough now that I want to be dirty, to think dirty thoughts, to moan loudly, to exclaim aloud, "I'm gonna fucking cum." I want to push myself over the top into a mind-blowing orgasm. My thoughts go back to fucking Gina. Gina and I didn't make love, we fucked, she. "What are you trying to do to me? Keep me in the dark?" Are those politicians getting into your panties like Bobby did?" he whispered in my ear.'Oh, stop. You know that's just in your mind. Your goofy fantasy-crazed mind!" I giggled. "Why aren't you satisfied getting into the panties of your almost 32-year old sexy wife?" Muagghhhhhh!" he groaned his menacing lion's roar close to my ear. "You know he got into these panties, darling. Why do you want to keep it secret? And I know how hot he made. The doctors had already told us the chances of Louise ever falling pregnant were a million to one against, but she tried anyway, I could not take this thought that she could fall from her, she had said herself that she was only half a women because she could not have kids, such a very sad young lady for fifteen, but she did love sex in any and all variations and still she was my darling daughter, so our lives settled into a gentle sway. It seemed like a moment had passed and suddenly Louise was. He reached down, unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled them down, hooking my thumbs into his boxers, so they came down at the same time.I was kneeling down as I pushed dad’s jeans down. As the boxers came down too, it freed daddy’s penis, and it sprang up, slapping me in the face. I stopped thinking about the jeans, and my hands went to it like they were magnets pulled toward steel. I gently touched the hard shaft and slowly stroked it. I thought the head looked cute, and I.