I responded to this by saying, “Oh Kelly that feels is soooooo gooood” hoping to encourage her to keep working at it. Next she removed the head fr...om her lips and approached it with the tip of her tongue. Taking the tip of her tongue she ran it around just the ridge of my cock head. This was more than I could take and pulled her head away from my penis. I bent forward and kissed her on the lips and said, “If you continue that I’m going to spill my seed right now.” I then took her by the hand and. Dad unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. Her panties never had a chance of being noticed as they slid off with her jeans. Smantha continued by removing her tee shirt. Her breasts were about average for a girl her age and the peach fuzz on her pussy was also probably average if I remember right. Her juices were flowing as dad began working her pussy with his index finger while commenting how wet she was. As dad got into position, Samantha tensed up and asked how much pain would she have. To soothe his wounded spirits, Tammy wrote stories. Glorious, wonderful stories in which men were granted the female bodies they dreamed of. Stories in which they could wear the frilly feminine clothing they desired without fear of ridicule, and act as girly as they wanted to. And then he posted them to the Internet.Which was where Tammy's second problem came in. For Tammy had a nemesis. Mr. Critic. Oh, wicked Mr. Critic!Every time Tammy posted a new story, sure enough Mr. Critic would. I filled out my details and pushed it back to him. He looked at it and his eyebrows were raised when he read my name. He dinged the bell and when the Bellhop appeared at my side. ‘Would you take Mr. Roberts to room 303.’ ‘If you’d like to follow me sir.’ The Bellhop’s shiny brass name tag told me that his name was Jeffrey. He led me to the elevator and we rose to the second floor and I followed him down the hall to my room. He placed my bag on the bed and showed me where everything was..