No S&M, no leather or bondage, golden showers, gangbangs, or feet fetishes. I’m vanilla with a twist of lemon (for the zing) kind of guy. But hey, e...ven nice guys like me get a little fed up. We lash out, fight back and/or verbally insult with an impulsive idiocy that will usually get us into really big trouble. Though we’ll really, really feel bad about it later, at the time, vengeance is the end all be all of our existence. Strangely enough, this time I don’t feel bad. In fact, I’m pretty sure. You have the spell on me, and there seems to be no remedy for it. I don't want one, but I can't just masturbate. I must have you, Rose. You are my daughter, and I absolutely wish to get between your legs or have you right between mine. Or maybe we could kiss each other, who cares. I just want you, and I shall have you," I moaned before I went silent.Although, I could still hear that weird slimy sound of my juice as it came out. I leaned my head back as far as I could and even shoved my fingers. John looked lovely in her blue blouse, floral design ankle lengthskirt and brown pantyhose. His female cousin Amy was especiallyglad to see John since they were the same age. Amy hated to dressup and showed up in a blue silk blouse, jeans and white nylonanklets and removed her heels when she arrived. John?s aunts poured themselves some wine and talked about howpretty John looked and how they couldn?t have done anythingbetter with him. His grandfather; however, told his dad howdisappointed he. A long, hard cock sprung from my pants, excited at the frantic pace that she worked. Michelle’s mouth gripped the head of my cock between her lips. My groan echoed in my ears and she slid the whole thing in her mouth. Warmth, saliva, and her eyes that I barely saw looking up at me combined for the most erotic feeling. A hand on my balls had me groaning again. Slowly, ever so slowly, up, down, up, down her mouth moved on my cock. The head tingled as she passed her tongue over it, and soon she.