We met this way often, and I learned how to please him still knowing little of any pleasure for myself. I simply knew that he wanted me, wanted to pos...sess and keep me.We were comfortable in our routines, and roles. I did what he wanted, and he wanted me around. Soon we found ourselves talking during sex, normal everyday conversations as if nothing was happening. I had become an outlet, a release for the frustrations of his day. I was his quiet and docile lover, demanding nothing and taking him. Oh YES! Finger me honey! I love having you fill both of my holes! I rhythmically bounced myself up and down Chris, my feet slapping against my sandals each time I squatted down on his cock. Oh fuck, mom! I need to taste you! he said, pushing me off of him. I giggled from his desperate plea and quickly took his place on the bench as he knelt down in front of me. Chris pulled my ass to him, hungrily digging his tongue into my asshole. Ohhhhhh! Fuck!!! I moaned, from the feel of his tongue. As. ) OMG! I wish I could get out of here! No sooner did Mr. Font drop me off than my hag of a Vietnamese mother began yelling at me in her inside voice: Broken English Banshee Wail. WERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BE! Studying for my SATs, I tried to calmly respond, but she didnt care if I was dead and rotting in a dumpster, she just liked yelling about anything she could. She didnt even listen before she OCDed onto my drunken father who tripped over an empty beer can coming back from the bathroom,. He said I'm not gay. I said I'm not either I just want to try it. It didn't take to much convincing as he was very horny. He asked are you sure? I said yes. He spread his legs as he sat on the couch, I took his cock in my hand and began jerking him. The precum was flowing from his cock like crazy. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head of his cock over and over, I opened my mouth and took his cock head in my mouth and sucked on it. It felt.