“Well, shit. How’re you supposed to practice being a good little cocksucker? We’ll just have to give you all the practice you need this summer.... How ‘bout that, huh?”With that, he tipped her over a bit more, moving her head down under the sawhorse and towards his cock. As her head swung around, he pointed his cock right at her mouth. His aim was good. As it got close, she opened her mouth, wide, then wider still. With an audible plop, it was in. And it kept coming! Without her hands,. When you get to that day, call me, I promise not to take the mickey too much.” I finished with a wink.Nicola squeezed my hand, her mum and dad both smiled at me.“And when I get to that day…” I started. Nicola stopped holding my hand and slapped my arm.The rest of the holiday we spent as much time as we could together. Sleepovers at mine, more visits to Banbury Hill and other places we had discovered before Nicola headed back to Cambridge. It was another term of trepidation and I was told off. I almost lost it right there, with my baby girl holding my cock in her hands, and kissing it with her little mouth. It was sheer agony, but a wondrous form of agony. My wife slipped down to her knees, and she moved over next to our daughter."Here Kris, let me show you this," she told her as she grabbed the shaft in her hands. She went on to explain the art of a hand-job and the wonders of a blowjob, and I stood there and watched them toy with my cock. I groaned out to both of them as they. As he pushed his penis into Sofia's mouth, he felt his head touch her throat. This was heaven. When he did this, he never stopped playing with her long black hair. Her spit enveloped his cock in a coat of extreme pleasure. George all forgot about his wife. Sofia's hand went under her jeans and to her wet vagina. She had to pleasure herself, she could not resist. George saw her hand and took out his throbbing cock out of Sofia's mouth."So, let's get to business, my student, huh?" He told Sofia.