I would never do anything back there. Not in a million, billion years. I would always be Daddy's good girl.His cherry daughter.He sucked on my clit ha...rd. I gasped at the feel of his lips wrapped about my bud again. It was incredible. I quivered and moaned, my little titties jiggling. The pressure built and built. I couldn't take much more of this. I squeezed my eyes shut, little stars twinkling in the darkness. I whimpered. Groaned.I came for the first time ever.My pussy convulsed. I felt a. I had recently divorced and wasn't really looking for a relationship but I did miss sex. After getting to know the basics about each other we discovered that we both loved watching the other sex masturbate. I was somewhat more adventurous back then and a little bit impulsive. One night while chatting we talked about how we were both really turned on. Not having cams or skype or anything like that we couldn't just do it over the internet.Finally he asked if I would like to come over to his place. She rarely orgasmed and when she did it was subdued, not the all-encompassing, back bending cums he had seen tonight, and four times that was unheard of, but a dream come true. He didn’t know what happened, but the spectacular body that held his wife had come alive and had wanted him to eat her and make love to her in ways he’d only imagined. He looked down at her porn star body still quivering shaking from her multiple orgasms and he fell in love with her all over again. Alan pulled out of her. His attention centred on a woman who was also admiring the paintings. He thought he knew her and her occasional glance his way, suggested she knew him but she avoided any conversation. She moved from one painting to another, keeping her distance from the other guests as they all looked warily at each other. The paintings were all of an erotic nature, from an illustrated French book she recalled. Adults sadistically flogged children in a variety of ways, the artist expertly capturing the agonies.