They were perfect for torture and sexual pleasure.He then brought out his small wip and gave each tit five whacks. He liked to see the welts on the bi...g breasts. He rubbed the welts and pushed her back down on all fours. He told her "Spread your legs wide. I want to see your cunt. Put your shoulders down on the floor." He then lifted the whip and brought it down hard on her ass. He gave her twenty strokes then whipped down her legs and then up to her back. He saw the welts swell as he kept. “Lyle, what in the world?” I stoked myself again, letting her see my hand wrapped around my, now very stiff cock. “I’m thinking of you, Grands,” I said. “I’m thinking of your big hot tits.” Her eyes widened. “My tits?” She asked. “Why my tits?” I stroked myself faster with one hand while with the other, I pulled my shorts down to my knees, letting her see my balls hanging, heavy with cum, just waiting for her.. The loneliness remained.It was hard to work past the loneliness because I’d withdrawn into a shell and was caught up in the vicious cycle of pushing people away while missing their friendship. It wasn’t as if people didn’t try. It was me that didn’t try. Those who tried early on were always curious about what happened and I was tired of telling the story. Since the story dominated my life at that point, there wasn’t anything else to talk about and they were forced to back off. That changed the. But, it also has to do with my first time." "Mmm, older guy, huh?" "Yeah, and I was 16..." "Geez, kind of a cradle-robber, huh?" She laughed and said, "Yeah, I guess you could say that, it was my father." "No shit, dear old Dad, huh?" "What little girl doesn't love her father. I know I did, still do." "So he made a move and you went along?" "Not even close. I always loved my dad, what girl doesn't? But, I finally decided that I loved him in a new way, a more grown-up way. Finally, well, maybe.