I would lean over in front of him knowing he could see down my loose top and perhaps see my hard nipples. I did this up until it was bed time. I would wait about 30 minutes after I told dad I was headed to bed and sneak out to the living room. My plan worked I caught him masturbating almost every night about the same time but it was disappointing because I couldn’t see much because he kept his pants on and brought his manhood through the zipper hole. One night after he had finished and he placed the tissue over his dick I decided to stay a little longer. At one point He removed the tissue to the side and he took his finger and gathered what was collected in the tissue and brought it up to his nose then placed it on his tongue and I thought, “ whew!” But it also made me wonder what it tasted like what he had placed on his tongue. I had been out with friends and told dad I would be sleeping over at her house but she had a fight with her boyfriend and the two was trying to work things out so I decided to come back home. I entered the house through the back entrance and made my way to the living room to check on dad and got a surprise. Dad was in his easy chair completely naked and had an empty pint whiskey bottle next to him on the coffee table. I figured he was wasted and I was going to cover him up and went to get indian a blanket from the hall closet. Dad’s dick was lying on his stomach. I thought I might not ever again get to see a dick up close and personal again so I was going to take advantage of dad’s drunkenness. Besides, with new doors closing came new windows opening, and while this Christian girl had gotten on her knees for me for the last time, I had something, someone, better who I would get to see in a mere few hours. Most of this doesn’t make any sense to me.” Marvin moved around the teacher desk and placed his cock on the teacher lips. But right now I wanted to see how many chapters this story had. Perhaps, she had found out about the involvement of one of her Sister’s (called nuns incorrectly by most of us) in my life. indian With a smile I tell her I have a better idea. I am not as timid as Alasie or Vicky or Wilma. He laid her down on the rock and his prick popped loose. I walked up to a girl about my age, not beautiful but not a bow-wow. You are on your once-in-a-lifetime honeymoon, after all.”