Dad just kept telling me to keep going. Indian Sex This time I asked dad if i could wash his cock.( i didnt use the word cock, not at that age) I soaped up my hands and tried to wash it the best i could. Dad put his hand round mine and showed me how to wash it the way he washed it. Dad just kept telling me to keep going. From my earliest memory as a young boy, the site of a naked body didn’t bother me at all. My father washed my hair, my arms, my back and everything else that needed washing except for my cock. not only at bath time either. Dad put his hand round mine and showed me how to wash it the way he washed it. The next time when I washed his cock he told me that it need extra washing, so again I soaped up my hands and kept washing and washing and washing. I swallowed it all straight away. Dad just told me that it was his man milk and it was very similar to the milk that I used to get from mum. It all began as far back as I can remember was when I was about 8 years old.
