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My Dad's refractory period was always excellent, but as far as he was concerned, it must be if he wanted to satisfy an eighteen-year-old fiancee consistently. I knew Keith worried about his sexual performance a lot more than I did. Since we began making love, I'd wanted for nothing in love or the bedroom.
"You need to stop timing yourself between fucks, Dad."
"I worry about this far too much, honey."
"That needs to stop. Your cock has worn my pussy out today."
After Celia left the Donations Room completely satisfied, Dad took ten more minutes to regain a full erection, then I summoned the next paying customer in line, and we fucked again. Aside from being fucked by the man I loved, I enjoyed being eaten out in the queening stool most of all. It was easy to observe Dad's recovery while having my pussy cleaned and judge for myself if he was being too hard on himself.