“Take off your panties and bra and come and sit on Daddy’s lap” I did as requested. Dad brushed my cheek and kissed me. I kissed him back, his t...ngue darting into my mouth. I enjoyed this new experience and we kissed deeply. I felt my Dad’s hand run over my breasts and tweak my nipples. What a delightful feeling, I moaned slightly. Before long I felt a hand run down my stomach and over my bushy pussy mound. My Dad flicked my clit “Do you like that baby?” “Mmmm, yes” I responded.“Daddy needs to. As soon as she let me inside her home, door shut behind me, she was all over my cock. Unbuttoning my pants, unzipping them, and oh could she lick my balls. “Ohhhhhhhh Wendy,” I moaned as she engulfed my balls in her always-ready warm mouth. Shifting her attention to my hardening rod, she liquefied my swollen cockhead. Proceeding with her deep throating expertise on my prick, she gave my erect manhood the fuel it needed for its immense release to orbit to its destination, her cum-swallowing. Sunday was a quiet day, when some ladies would drop in for a drink or just to chat for a couple of hours, particularly in the evening. Margaret and Florence finally arrived and we all took a seat at a table in the dance hall, as was common in these days the lighting was subdued once the band started to play, and some ladies began dancing together. The room soon got quite crowded as the evening wore on, and I was introduced to a number of ladies who came over to pay their respects to Margaret.. ‘Saved by the bell!’ I thought as I turned off my warning alarm before the end of lunch, I just wished it’d come three minutes earlier. Thinking quickly I stood and said, “Look, I promise I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow at lunch, just please… don’t tell anyone until you know the whole story?” I looked at her hopefully.I finally looked at her again and she looked shocked still, like I’d told her I just killed her cat. “Lunch tomorrow… OK?” I repeated, and then the end of lunch school.