We lost the first game and were losing badly in the second when I looked at the clock and I had about a half hour before luncheon, so at half time I s...aid my goodbyes to hubby and told him to save me a seat for the 3pm game then headed towards the door. As I left the gym area and started for the main door I ran into our black coach and three other referees which were black guys, these guys all were built our coach was an ex-player which played ball overseas after college, my husband said he was. “I’m on the pill now get that fucking cock into my tight little pussy. I’m gagging for it.”As she spoke she moved to straddle me and guided my cock between her spread legs. Her cunt was bald and felt good. Like her mother the first time I shagged her.“Oh that feels so good, Daddy,” she said, Her eyes closed in ecstasy.“Please,” I asked her. “Please call me Brian.”She shook her head.“No way! You’re my Daddy. My filthy old pervert Daddy and I’m your little girl. You love being a filthy old. Just then she moved slightly and made a soft, indeterminate sound. Looking at her aroused him and he decided that he would wake her with some sexy stimulation. He gently pulled the sheet back, revealing her lovely body. He started to lower his head to her breast when what he saw suddenly stopped him. She was still covered with red lines from the whipping he had given her earlier. Her mouth looked puffy and her breasts - especially the nipples and surrounding area - looked like they were. His father had tired of his mother quickly and left when he was three months old. She clung to Cecil as a substitute and raised him in a stifling Victorian method unusual for this day and age. He had no friends and few acquaintances. School had been a terror filled time for him as he was tortured, teased, and picked on by just about everyone in his class, boys and girls. When you grow up in an area where hunting, fishing and hockey are considered religions, and your mother is a vegetarian.