I suggested he come with me to my sister's but he said he wanted to have dinner in his new apartment. He asked me if I would cook for him."Are you nut...?" I asked. "I'm not going to cook all day and night just for a dinner." Would you come if you don't have to cook?" he asked. "Our neighborhood market has a special on precooked Thanksgiving dinner. You get the turkey with all the trimmings, the mashed potatoes and everything. They even include a pie for dessert. They precook it all and you just. We have laughed at the crazy stories we’ve heard about life on the road, some with sexual twists involving the many girls they have throwing themselves at them. As time goes by it seems its happening less and less, seeing that when we first found this roots rock music style we were in college, now in our mid thirties. That being said, most of these guys are in pretty good shape, have a rock style about them, and some have significant ink. My wife has always thought some were good looking,. Having our own place was everything I’d ever wanted but having sex in the kitchen just wasn’t the same when there were no housemates to wander in at an inopportune moment. I remembered orgasming on the kitchen table in my old place while staring into my housemate’s eyes. I could still see the confused look on poor Anita’s face as she came in expecting to drop her shopping bags exactly where I was perched with Martin kneeling between my legs. We’d put something in the oven but he’d said that he. Don’t stop.” I moaned. Pan continued to suck on my cock; her head slowly moving up and down, licking and sucking.“Oh, baby, if you don’t stop I'm going to blow right here and now!”“We wouldn’t want that now, would we, Daddy?" Pan replied, rubbing her pregnant belly.I smiled at my beautiful, sexy daughter and pulled her towards me, capturing her mouth with mine and kissing her softly before rolling her onto her back. “My turn.” I said.I began to rub my fingers over her clit clockwise and.