She is about 5'8" and 115 pounds. She has the most perfect long blonde hair and amazing tanned legs. They are so long that I can imagine the way the w...ould wrap around me. Of course she doesn't help my sexual frustration when she wears the tiniest shorts that just barely show her lower butt cheeks. This girl has got to be perfect. Over the last year I have spied on her while she watches T.V. on the couch with her legs spread open and her panties showing through the sides of her shorts. I knew. He was only a kid who was way out of his depth, making decisions on too little information, and it was coming back to haunt him. They were coming back; they were going to get him and he wasn’t fast enough and he wasn’t strong enough and he wasn’t... He wasn’t. Anything. He felt like he was being ripped apart. He felt as if his insides were struggling to become his outsides. He felt lost in a way he never had before. He needed normalcy. He needed something to grasp, some small bit of a normal. M., stopped just before we got to the dirt road for a snack and reached the lake site around noon. During the ride, Mr. O was his usual self, conversing calmly without getting into details and mainly discussing about me getting into college and my career choice. He was an accountant in charge of the Finance Office at City Hall. One thing he added though was that, since we were to spend the weekend together, I should call him Bernie and not Mr O. What they called the camp was a nice split level. “y..Yes!” I replied.He pulls on my hair harder “yes???”.“yes daddy!”“good! Vimla now how about you please daddy with that dirty little slut mouth of yours”As he sat back in his comfortable office chair grinning, I turned around going down on my knees in front of him, I pull out his cock, out of his pants.For a sec I look at it, gently stroking it with my hands, I bring my lips to the cock, kiss it gently on the side, then on top, slowly kissing all the way down to the shaft.As I reach his.