I felt her breasts pressing my chest. And now she rested her head on my chest and we both are in comfortable position.Suddenly my cock started to erec...t and she felt that, but she didn’t do anything. I slowly took my face down to her face and kissed her forehead. She smiled at me. I took that as signal and kissed her cheeks and gave a little blow to her ear and kissed her neck.She then slowly in air voice told me that “brother what are you doing?” I asked, “sister, you are enjoying it or not?”. The place was jammed with justas many TV's as there were men, some were young, some older, heights from5ft to real tall. But then there were the performers / dancers mixed inthe crowd - they could have fully passed as Victoria Secrets models.Faces that were flawless, flat bellies, breasts that were beautiful andcrotches without bumps at all. I was so astounded I never looked foradams apples.I felt so at home - so comfortable that there were so many people like me,and they were friendly and. It hurt…no it hurt bad. She almost wanted to stop. When his hips met hers it was the sharp pain of a blade surrounded by the warmth and fuzzy feeling of her favorite blanket. Then waves of twitchy nerves got all happy. She began to moan, the fullness of him inside her, the way he touched her cervix, her eyes rolled up inside her head. She shook from the pleasure. She couldn’t speak, she could only swim in the bath of pure erotic pleasure. She never wanted it to end. Suddenly she felt a surge of. It was during this period that my mother started looking elsewhere for what she thought she was missing. After she left, he didn't have the time to spend every evening with me, but he seemed to give me every minute he did have.The thing I remember most is the reading. It started out with me sitting on his lap, the book in my lap, Daddy moving my finger across the words on the page as he read. That changed to me dragging his meaty hand along as I read to him, slowing only when I needed some help.