As her fingers wrapped around the stiffened erection, she wondered if maybe this manly manifestation might be akin to an explosive stick of dynamite. The orgasmic fanfare played louder and louder until a crescendo of contented carnal satisfaction was reached. “I do feel ‘itchy’, so Daddy, if you find spots, will you rub and scratch them with your hands and fingers?”
As an answer, the man unbuttoned every button on the silky pajama top. The $35 she held in her purse was an ungodly fortune to her. The Ward house was one of several stately mansions aligned along a tree-lined street. My daughter and you share classes at school, don’t you?”
Without awaiting an answer, Jonas Ward held a garment up to his nose and inhaled its scent. She now knew what she had to do to gain control over a man. With a cock buried deep in her mouth, Fancy’s throat bore the brunt of the erection’s explosive discharge. While innocent and pure, chastity-wise, this was a young lady you knew men admired the shapely form of her
