Eventually I felt that my every attempt to deepen our relationship was more like another stab of annoyance in his hectic life. As time went by, our lu...sty little relationship slowly diminished… but neither of us decided to break it off. Time and time again, I avoided potential relationships with other men as I still believed I only wanted Vincent. I wanted nothing more than his acceptance, just as always. I wanted him to want me… and an aching fear of being left by him was always on my mind. I. She got right to work and I went to the bathroom and got completely naked and started stroking my cock to full erection. I wrap a towel around my waist and walk to my room sneaking a peek inside the living room seeing her bending over so I got a full view down her shirt. I decided now is the time and I ripped the towel from my waist and cleared my throat. She looked up slowly and looked straight at my dick and her mouth fell open. I walk towards her and grab her by the wrist and bring her close. “Having fun bro? I sure am. ” she said. “How come we’re going at this so slow?” I asked. “Because I want it slow. If we went fast you’d cum and the fun would be over. I want this to last till mom and dad get home. ” she explained. “You want mom and dad to see us?” I asked. “mmhmmm. . . Oh god this feels good. . . Mom and dad don’t care about us. They don’t care what we do. Mom knew that I fucked in their bed before and she just looked at me like she didn’t care. . . Keep going bro this is good.. Then he warned me I better not stop stroking them really gently, almost tickling them. He stuck two fingers in my pussy. He knew he was pumping against my g-spot. I couldn't stop saying 'please don't stop. I'll be a really good glrl if you let me cum.'He asked me if it felt good to softly stroke my huge, swollen nipples. I whimpered 'yes, d@ddy please let me cum.' He started fucking me real slow again and I nearly panicked. He told me I wasn't begging hard enough. I screamed 'I'll do anything.