'I — I like doing it. Will you touch me, Daddy?'I caught my breath — there was nothing I wanted to do more.I didn't answer: my hand was already re...sting on your thigh, and I slowly slid it higher — and higher ... I touched your little cunt. I gently rubbed my finger up and down over your little slit, pressing gently, parting your lips slightly, and you gasped, clinging to me. We started kissing again while I stroked you, feeling your warmth and moisture...Then I told you to go to bed — I. Laughing a little at my enthusiasm, she just let me suck on them until I was finished, then back they went beneath her.“I think it’s time you start thinking about fucking me for real,” she said without making any effort to stop our current maneuver. “Would you like that beautiful dick inside me now? My sweet, tasty pussy?” I grew harder again listening to her. “Ooo! I guess so, huh stud! You ready for some tight wet cunt to fuck? How about you take me inside and really give it to me.”She sat. We both worked very hard and by the time we got home, a hot shower (separately unfortunately) and a few cold beers before dinner was just what the doctor ordered. Once again, we both slept very well that night.This was the pattern for the next few days until on Friday night after dinner Brett asked me straight out if he could have a massage as he was quite sore from all my 'slave driving'. "Of course mate - let's go" I said as my cock squirmed and stiffened in my pants.In moments we were in. " Thanks, Courtney."They hopped into Courtney's red Mustang, and she put the top down. "So, have you been working out? You look great!" No, I haven't worked out since I quit baseball last year." Really, it looks like you bulked up. Your biceps look great." I am still at my playing weight, 185, but I have lost muscle." I bet you still look good in baseball pants. Did you get your haircut too?" Yeah, without the baseball cap, the long hair didn't work. It looked like I had a mullet for no.