As I did this I realised that I was wearing a handbag over my shoulder.I opened it up. It was like any other woman's handbag and had perfume,lipstick...and mascara in it as well as, to my great relief, my front doorkeys!I let myself in."What sort of time do you call this young man.... Oh, lady.... you'renot a Sophia are you?" asked my dad."No, I was your youngest son, Steve, Dad," I replied. "Sophia dumpedme. I'm Eve now."His jaw dropped. "That's an extreme reaction to getting dumped son!"He. You should have seen his face." Was he mad?" I asked."No," she replied. "In fact, he was the opposite of being mad; his eyes lit up in a way I haven't seen for a very long time. I continued telling him about how I modeled a sexy outfit for you, and how you became aroused...and...I may have let it slip that I ended up giving you a blowjob afterwards. At that point, he was as hard as a rock."Could it be? I was shocked, and in a good way."I never would have thought that dad would be interested in. She had also taken MY bed linen which had been stored in a locked cupboard with ‘Property of Landlord’ written clearly upon it. Fuck her! I didn’t get to bed, couldn’t shower (because I had failed to get the boiler going in the bathroom’s darkness) but did change and arrived early at work and armed with a lunchtime shopping list. My ‘phone rang several times but it was Tab and I wasn’t ready for her yet. She had sent at least three texts but gave up when it was obvious I was not going to. ” His smile got wider.I pushed him off me, and got on my knees. He unbuttoned his suit coat, and threw it on the floor. I undid his belt and his pants. I pulled down his pants and plaid boxers slowly, and his huge seven-inch hard-on nearly slapped me in the face. I was the happiest guy on earth. I put my hands on his shins, feeling the light coating of leg hair. I love his legs. I leaned in and took his balls into my mouth; his deep eyes were still staring into me. I slowly moved my lips up his.