With his free hand I hear the familiar sound of a zipper being dropped and he again presses up against my ass… I can feel the hardness and thickness... of his cock even better as it is pressed against the thin material of my short skirt. He takes his hand off my waist and pulls my hand behind my back and lays it against his throbbing erection. I can feel the thickness of his cock and it is pulsating as his heart races while I grasp it hard. I can now feel the tiny drips of his pre-cum on the palm. Then I realized he wasn't even erect, and I became a little apprehensive. It wasn't that it was my Daddy's penis, it was the size of it as compared to my tiny pussy. I wasn't used to that size of man-meat.The heat alone warmed my lips, and then my tongue snaked out and his manly taste was down-right addictive. I couldn't control myself, my tongue was searching for every inch of his gorgeous and tasty mature cock.Something that I had wanted since the first time I touch him, was now laying. My knees would no longer hold my weight. I dropped to the chair and dug out my wallet, frantically looking for her aunt's number so I could call her back. Finally I found the number and dialed.No answer. Goddamned Caller ID, I cursed. I was well and truly fucked, and deep in my heart I knew it.Missy was scheduled to get home on Monday evening, and beginning about 6:00 I tried calling her house, but I never got anything but the answering machine. I tried calling Brad, and he at least agreed to. One morning, having taken her home after swimming, I turned to give her the regular goodbye kiss as I was about to leave. We kissed and, somehow, the kiss lingered just a bit longer than it perhaps should have done. We looked at each other and kissed again - and again. That too became a more regular occurrence - all quite innocent though.Then, over Christmas, we visited some relatives for a family gathering. We played cards and I found myself sitting on the floor facing Doreen. She was sitting.