I hear a car door open, close, then a car start. With my back to the window, I turn my head slightly and see out the window though the mirror I hung ...earlier. It is her….she is leaving to go out with her friends now. I see her put the car in gear and as she pulls away I think I see her look towards my house with a smile on her face. I feel myself blush. Is it embarrassment? Guilt? Guilty pleasure? The thought of possibly being caught? Have I become a voyeur? Is that bad? There is no. He buildsspeed and soon has a deep and steady rhythm going. Fucking me hard andintense. His wonderful Cock sliding in and out, in and out. i wonder ifi can cum from Him fucking me. It's happened before - and i don't getinto trouble if i cum from being fucked. i would so love to cum, to feelmy sissy eggs emptied. What a selfish sissy cocksleeve i am tonight. ishould be focused only on Mr. Michael.Very soon, i can tell that He is about to cum. Without ceremony, He ripsHis Cock from my asscunt and. Basically he said it was his job to sit in the copilot's seat of a helicopter and watch for enemy troop movements, and then radio the coordinates in to a gun battery, either at a fire station, or a Navy battleship. A few minutes later, Boom! Things started getting blown up. Really, he said, he spent most of his time trying to figure out how to avoid getting shot out of the air. He seemed like such a calm, quiet fellow it was hard to imagine him in a situation like that, yelling into the radio. He grinned at her and climbed up her chest. He took his pants off down his hips and let loose his massive erection. Her eyes widened again as he shoved his dick down her throat. There was not warned just fast and vicious thrust repeatedly down her throat. She loudly gagged and started spitting up saliva. He pulled out quickly and slid off her bed taking his pants off completely. With her gag now off she looked at him pleadingly. "Please dad please... Just let me go..." He smiled and.