..I moaned, and Erica squeezed me with all her limbs. "Are you gonna cum, Daddy?" she whispered."Uh! Yeah!" I grunted.She moaned. "Cum inside me, Da...ddy," she said, moving her hips against me as best she could. "Cum in me! Oh god, oh god, you're fucking me, Daddy, you're really, really fucking me!" She sounded as if she could barely believe it either, but her words sent me over the edge. I screamed almost as loudly as she had and she hissed, "I feel it!"My cock swelled inside her and I. For three weeks I did her yard work, but I refused to go into her house, when she offered me refreshment. It didn't seem to work; she didn't come after me, and I wound up with a lot of hard work and no lemonade. Then one day, as I was pushing the lawn mower in the July heat, she came out onto the lawn with a glass of lemonade. I didn't see her coming. She approached me from behind, put her hand on my bare shoulder and I started. I turned to her and she smiled beautifully at me. I took the. NoMatt was not greedy although he was almost Vulcan like in hispersonality and a poster boy for the "Good Guys Finish Last Club". AsMatt's wife said to him in her lawyers office, as he signed theuncontested divorce settlement, " Matt you are a good man but I needmore". So with their childless union dissolved she soon had more, theirhouse, 1/2 his 401k, and a new man. Matt did not resent his ex-wife'snew life he truly wished her well and Matt liked his new life in hissmall house near the. Once I got to be about nine or ten, I, like so many of us boys, really began to discover just how good it felt to rub on my penis. I had a piece of silken fabric that I treasured, washed carefully when needed which was pretty often, for its sole purpose was giving myself those wonderful feelings. I usually kept it in my pocket but was always careful to remove it when those pants went in the laundry hamper.I also jacked-off in the shower or in the bathroom using soap or one of the various body.