Speaking of which, I need to work on my speech."Joe smirked at the bundle of energy. "Always lacking in tradition aren't we?" Why's that?" asked Margi.... Marta also looked curious."As father provider and elder, my dad always spoke the Thanksgiving blessing." Even after he..." began Marta."Of course. It's a chance for us to demonstrate our continued respect for him." Sorry," said Margie.Marta met Joe's smile with hers. "No, Little One. We'll have two blessings this evening, the oldest and. Your hot breath on the crown of my cock. You pull the foreskin back and forth, pressing your hand down to the base and then holding the shaft of my cock, slowly You draw your hand back up the shaft, flicking your tongue over the head, licking the tiny bubble of precum from the slit and running your tongue over the head.You give me tiny sucking kisses up and down the shaft and bobbing your sucking mouth over the head, you draw the head and half of my shaft into your wet mouth.Your tongue licking. I received a text from Fred telling me that Mariana was delivered home safely which caused me to thank him via text.When the sandwiches were finished cooking, Bobby put each one on a paper plate and handed one each to me and Jennifer. He also poured each of us a glass of 2% milk, which tasted wonderful.Jennifer sat at the table with her head down eating her sandwich. I reached over and lifted her head up by the chin. I leaned into her and kissed her. She responded but it didn’t feel as if she. My hand wouldn’t let her back off. After a few seconds her tongue finally undertook action. She must’ve realized that doing nothing wasn’t acceptable. This was a good way to avoid any chance of punishment.I leisurely broke the kiss and let my tongue descend on her neck. Her irregular breath warmed my ear as I made my way down to her breasts. Once I had arrived, I started to circle my tongue around her nipple. Her arms leaned on my shoulders, preventing her from losing balance.I withdrew my hand.