I wrapped him with my legs and arms. And we remained like that for quite some time. After that, my father was a reformed man. He gave up burglary. My ...mother was a happy and relieved woman. She showered praise on me for the change of behavior in my father. My father and I, we took utmost care not to disturb my mother’s make belief. But we went together for grazing the herd and engaged frequently in out-door shootings. On course, my father narrated me all his stories. His prison scenes were very. My cock is free, Ashley moves her head downand kisses the head of my penis before my cock slowly enters her mouth.She's so good at teasing my cock with her tongue. Deeper and deeper mycock goes into her mouth and I just can't take it anymore, I explodedeep into her throat. She swallows every last drop of my cum.As we leave our house the night air is chilly, so I ask Ashley if shewants me to drive us there, but she's wearing her favorite hoodedsweatshirt and says she's fine. We start walking. She stood listening to the sound of Marcus’s car, as he switched on the engine, and then a moment later she heard as he drove away. Miranda knew that she had to be careful around Marcus, she wasn’t exactly experienced when it came to dealing with men, but she did know that she could trust him, and that if ever she had a need, then Marcus would be the one she could turn to. And she also realised that she felt drawn to him, and it would be only too easy for her to develop an emotional attachment. I just need to tell it somewhere. Thank You in Advance Thanks go out to Literotica for your encouraging words. They were greatly appreciated. ========================= Each Day Each day I wake up. I get up and begin a day I know I will dread, no hate. I do this because I have to and not because I want to or choose to. What I want seems to be a daydream I really never get to have. It drifts in and before it has a chance to form it disappears, elusively slipping between my fingers. I never seem.