Licking and teasing it, I took it into my mouth and slowly worked on his cock as it slid into my throat, but try as I might, only about half of this m...onster would fit.I was sideways to him sucking his cock, and his hands began to roam over my back, stopping at my ass. Somewhere in my servicing his cock, he must have wet a finger because he started playing with my ass, rubbing his finger around my anus, before gently easing it in. I sucked even harder, and moaned at the wonderful sensations in. I felt like I wanna tear them off and suck those boobs. While thinking of it my penis got hard which I managed to hide from her. We talked for an hour. Then I left without doing anything. Yes, it’s true I didn’t even touch her. Later that day she called.I was very upset since nothing happened. She found that something was bothering me so she asked about it. I told her that when I was in her house I felt like I want to grab her and kiss. She told, “You are such a dumb ass. I felt the same way.. The other source of friction was my daughter herself, or rather the time I spent with my daughter. As far as I was concerned my daughter would always come first. If Joyce were jealous of the time I spent with my daughter, she would just have to deal with it. Nothing was going to come between my daughter and myself, not even a hot-looking 23-year-old.One particular Sunday morning things were really bad. We had an argument the night before because I insisted on going to see my daughter’s high. The bow of her lips which even now were pursed as she pondered what to do.When he had first started fantasizing about his own child, the guilt had tried to eat him alive. How could he? How could he want her? How could he dare think of his own daughter that way?But the days kept going by; they worked together, ate together, lived together and the guilt was worn away by her beauty, by the way she wore her hair, by the nightgown she wore in the evenings, by the pair of shorts she wore in the.