"Sam, you don't even have to ask for that," Tom said as he lifted Samantha in his arms and carried her right over to the large couch where they'd had ...everal fucks in the past. "Sam, you know I'd rather fuck you than anything, lady," Tom said as he laid Samantha on butt so he could easily undress her and get naked himself in order to fuck her. Tom quickly had Samantha's blouse unbuttoned and off, then he took her bra off, getting her skirt up to her waist and then he pulled her panties off and. "Show Mr. Dixon to the den. Dinner will be ready soon." Yes, Father." Despite the formality of the reply Valerie said it cheerfully and happily.I took a seat on the sofa. Valerie sat next to me."I'm so excited!" Valerie was bubbly tonight."Susan is your mom?" I asked."Sure." Her face expressed confusion why I would ask that."And the reason you're dressed like... ?" I motioned my hand at her naked body."What do you mean?" You're ... uh..."We were interrupted by Susan. "Sir, dinner is served."She. "May I use my hands sir?", the words barely above a whisper. She was almost afraid to ask. "Yes, you may" was his response, flippant, as if talking to a slave. She stroked and sucked his cock, working to get it hard. Slowly, she could feel it grow in her mouth. "Good, you are doing very good". A compliment was typically not heard, but she used it to work harder at making him happy. His cock, getting harder and larger in her mouth, was getting more difficult to take all the way down. He grabbed. She broke the silent tease of my tongue and lips with a commanding “eat me, dammit!” and pulled my head into her pussy full force with one hand. I obediently followed her command, tilted my head back and began to plunge my tongue in and out of her wet canal while roughly squeezing her clit with between my thumb and index finger. Her hips started to lunge to meet my face as I scooped the juices from her vagina with my tongue, drinking all I found. I brought my other hand to her groin.