She threw herself over the bed and raised her dress at the back. "What's that for?" I asked her"I made you angry, so you've got to smack me." She said... simply."No Wendy, darling, I wasn't angry with you, I just wanted to . . ." I stopped and picked her up, hugging her. "Wendy, you are my daughter, I don't expect you to be perfect . . . god knows I'm not, but I'd never hurt you, not in anger." I told her.She looked at me, my heart melted, "But there isn't any other way." She said simply, and. After he finished, he showered and had some lunch with me. I told him that I was going to go into town to see a friend and asked if he wanted to come with me. He said that he would rather not and that he would just laze around until I got back. I told him I would be 3 or 4 hours, but Dan said he would watch a video or take a nap. As I left, I bent over to kiss Dan on the forehead and hug him and accidentally brushed his forearm with my breast. I will tell this part as Dan told me. I lay on the. Kenny was coming down the street, he was like a Ken doll for guys. Everybody knew he was queer. I was horny and needed a good cock sucking. It was prefect timing for both of us.“Hey Kenny, what are you up to man. Doing anything.”, I asked not hiding the bugle between my legs. I wanted him to see it and his eyes zeroed right in on my crouch. When he looked up I smiled and continued, “I never had a guy give me head, man, I think I would like to see what it is like. I hear you suck good. My Dad was anengineer and was in charge of a whole section at a factory. Our homelife was quite pleasant otherwise. One thing I did miss was the factthat we had no other relatives. Both Mom and Dad were orphans and had lived in orphanages till they left school. We had no uncles, aunts,cousins or grandparents.We had many happy days together as a family in which we went on campingand fishing trips although I did not like the fishing part. Often my Dadand brothers went fishing together on day.