She wore khaki color shorts and a black tank top that nicely displayed a moderately sized rack with just a touch of cleavage. Then there was John and...Caroline. He was probably six foot tall with curly salt and pepper hair, a hint of a stomach roll evident, he wore light khaki shorts and a white polo. She was a petite blond with her hair fastened up in a bun. Everything about her was just plain and simply gorgeous – perfect skin, perfect smile, perfectly manicured, perfect little ass in a pair. Her father’s door was still shut upstairs, exactly as it was when we caught him jerking off to our sex video. I started to get the downstairs area ready for her dad to come down, take a seat and whip out his cock. I slid the long couch (where we’d be fucking) towards the middle of the living room. It was one of those couches that folded out into a mattress, so I next unfolded the bed and extended it out. Then I slid the armchair (which was very low sitting) right in front of the couch,. I had to get up, I couldn't lay here all day and play with myself. But the image of him lingered in my mind, his gaze piercing me at lunch, his cock piercing me in my fantasies. My cunt clenched, and I forced myself out of bed.Robotically, I prepared for my day, until I got to selecting my clothes. I pulled out a low-cut blouse, and wondered if he'd appreciate the view in that one. That was when I realized I was planning on eating at the same restaurant again today. That was when I realized how. With it out of the way, my mouth can do some exploring of its own. I pull him down beside me and begin to take control. I can feel the rough stubble on his cheek as I kiss my way down. Kissing the curve of his neck, his collarbone, his chest. I abruptly stop and move lower. Kissing and licking his stomach and working my way back up. I know what he wants, but he’ll have to wait for it. I taste every inch of his delicious exposed skin before finally moving to his nipples. I want to savor their.