’ And you would be wrong. Jon was the ultimate in patience and technique and I would reach an orgasm several times during our lovemaking. They were ...always pleasurable, and they took some effort on Jon’s part to give me, but he would do whatever it took to get me to climax, and then he would have his moment with me, usually in the missionary position, but not always. There were times when he would ask for something different and I would most always accommodate him. Looking back, I think he. After a month or so, he and I had gotten really comfortable around each other. The attention he gave me made me feel like a woman, and not a young girl. He would compliment me on achieving a milestone but would also fuss at me for not giving all. In turn I did the same thing to him. One day we were working out and joking around, as usual. He joked at the way I was running on the treadmill. Not thinking, I playful lunged at him as if I was going to tackle him. He grabbed me around the waist and. ”“What are you talking about?He whirled around...”Sylvia? MY GOD BABY! Is this really you?”“Yes Bob, it really is me. How do you like the new me?”“I know better than to ask this, but are those really your titties under that white shirt you have on?”With both hands on her shirt, she ripped the snaps apart from top to bottom, flashing her huge titties at her Daddy.She told him, “Aren’t they beautiful, Bob? You should let Gloria and Dora go up with Larieta, Sherry, and Jerry. They need titties. “That’s it,” I said. “I don’t think so. Slowly push your body against my penis and you will feel it moving further in step by step.” He was right. I could feel it enter bit by bit. But after a few more centimetres it was definitely over. “It feels like I hit an end.” “Does it hurt,” he asked. “No, not at all.” “Good. Do the following: Press hard. Like you would take a shit. Your rectum will straighten that way and it will go deeper in. And don’t worry, you will start to pee. A lot. Just let it.