She hesitated and he grabbed her hair again to pull her face toward his crotch. Kiss it, he ordered again. A Lieutenant Colonel, he wasnt used to being disobeyed by anyone and Phoebe knew what the consequences were going to be if she tried. She touched her lips to the tip and felt him shudder. He rolled to the side lying on his back next to her. His hands on her arms turned her toward him and urged her between his legs. Put your hand around it and rub up and down, he instructed. She complied and his breathing quickened as his cock grew completely rigid. Slow down, he groaned. She did, settling into a slow, steady rhythm. His hips began to rock and and a clear drop of pre cum oozed from the tip. She licked her lips then leaned down and stuck the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit to scoop the glistening drop into her mouth. Her dad moaned loudly as she pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth to spread his little offering over her tastebuds. It wasnt an unpleasant flavor.. She could barely see in front of her. It had been foolish to stay out so long, she hadn't planned on falling asleep. He'd be very worried about her by now. Pacing the floor she imagined and getting impatient and growing quite angry. She sped as fast as she could as her wheels would take her, the cold air blowing in her face. It wasn't a pleasant ride home. Next time she would start out a little earlier and get home sooner, too.She finally reached the curved dirt drive to their cottage. She could see a lamp on in the parlor and candle light thru the windows of the kitchen. She could make out his stocky frame pacing the floor with a scowl on his face. She almost didn't want to go in., but in she did." Where the HELL have you been? Do you know what time it is?" he screamed." I've been worried sick about you!" It's well past dark and I was just about to take the carriage out to look for you!" Didn't you find my note I left on the table?" she answered, her face all flushed with her cheeks.
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