She did say that the drawer was open so she had not actually been searching.John had calmed down now and said to her ‘What do you think your mother ...will have to say about this?’ Please don’t tell her John,she pleaded with him. If her mother knew about this Jean would almost die of shame. ‘Look’said John I don’t want you get in trouble over this but I feel you owe me a favour if I say nothing to your mother. Are you prepared to accept that and do something for me in return? I will said Just. I know that it was wrong, but I couldn't stop the sensation. On my 12th birthday, Mom was away on another "unavoidable" business trip. This had become routine and I didn't care. I wanted Daddy to myself, and would love celebrating my birthday with him alone. On the afternoon of my birthday, I came home from school. That's when Sonny met me at the door. Dropping my book-bag on the floor, I jumped into his arms. With Sonny's hands securely under my butt, I gave him an extremely non-proper. Two minutes later I was knocking tentatively on Mr Dixon's door. He opened it immediately and took my hand. "I've been waiting for you Ben. I have some things for you to do..." he said, and drew me inside. "Right, Ben. We're going to have some fun together" Doing chores?" I asked, desperately clinging to the last trace of hope that this was not going to be like last time."It doesn't have to be a chore to make an old man happy, Ben. You might enjoy it." All hope disappeared. He wanted sex with. In my own defense, it had been years since a woman had touched me, and I wasn’t into habitual masturbation. So, it had been a while, and my body made up for it.Sharon squeaked as my prick swelled in her hands, shot two jets of warm semen up her right forearm, and four weaker pulses that coated both her hands in sticky white liquid. She kept up the stimulation as she stared raptly at the result.I pulled away with a groan as the stimulation became too much. “I’m sorry,” I panted. “It’s, uh, been.