Smith walked in and said "That's my good boi!" Mr. T walked over and rubbed my ass "I thought you told me your boi was smooth I am seeing lots of stub...ble on this little slut" then he smacked my ass. "May I speak Daddy?" I asked very softly Mr. Smith allowed me to "Yes my boi you may" "I left myself unshaved for you Daddy I was thinking how you may enjoy doing it, I am sorry if I was being disrespectful Daddy" all the while my head was on the floor and my ass was up and spread wide for both of. My father peeks his head around my door. Can I come in? He asks with a smile. Damn! I was so close! I shout inside my head. Outside, I smile and nod sweetly, sitting up and trying not to think of the hairbrush inside my aching cunt. Sure, dad. What do you need? I wonder through my teeth. Maybe itll be small so I can finish. Nothing big, I just wanted you to know dinner is almost ready. Your mother needs you to go help her finish up. He replies, placing his hand on my knee. Sure, give me a few. " Put out the plank."I ran down and felt the firm earth, the sand in my toes. I even staggered a bit, accustomed to gently rocking sea. I smiled at Ardys, still on the deck of the ship.A young girl ran toward me, maybe eight or nine, yelling and crying, from the direction of the Greeks. I stepped before her and squatted down."My dear, what's wrong?"She ran right to me, and I caught her in my arms. A women -- I guessed her mother -- ran closely on her heels, calling out."Lysandra! Stay away from. Mrs. Cane had a mischievous look on her face, “Yes, Brad, this is good. Just as good as I thought it would be.” She looked up into my eyes. “Do you want me to do you, and you can do me? You know, just like you and Carl.” She laughed, “Well, maybe not quite like you and Carl.”“I’ve never done a girl before.”“That’s okay. You will learn.” She stopped playing with herself, and her fingers touched my hand.I let go of my cock, and she held it and stroked it. I got up the nerve to touch her. I cupped.