It was the head and a length of the shaft his cock. With my arms wrapped around his chest and my legs locked on him, my cunny ground up and down on the head of his hardening cock and he pumped us higher. Since coming clean with myself, I realize these things I thought were twisted fantasy are really memories. Sailing
After my parents divorced, Daddy would try to do fun things when my sister and I came to visit. Riding a motorcycle one weekend and taking us to a drive-in the next. Looking in my eyes, Daddy half grunted half whispered ” I love you, Ginny!” “I love you, Daddy!” In and out, the tip stretched the opening, I felt a sudden flood of wetness as my whole body clenched in the most intense come of my short life. I’ve thought this through, thinking it was some dark fantasy born soley of my imagination, during sex and while diddling myself.
