Someone who I thought was my husband tapped me on the shoulder wanting me to kneel. When I did, my knees hit a soft cushion left for me.A hand grabbed...my hair and held my head. I was ready to open my mouth to accept a hard cock when I was forced into a wet, open pussy.If I had my doubts about the tits against my back, it was put to rest by the pussy in my face. I knew what was expected of me, so I went to work. Now it’s tough enough eating pussy, but not seeing or hearing is the pits. I usually. ‘These showers aren’t working. Why don’t we go by my place so I can shower and change?’ ‘OK. That’s fine with me,’ replied Jack. They went out to the parking lot to Tim’s Beetle to make the short drive to Tim’s house. On the way they chatted, just getting to know each other better. When they got there, Tim explained that his parents wouldn’t be home from work for a couple of hours, so they’d be by themselves for a while. Tim pulled into the garage and they went in the side door. Once they. His warm tongue made her shudder and her husband responded by holding his cock at the entrance to her mouth. She opened it and licked away at the sticky head tasting her own stickiness and probed at his small opening with the end of her tongue.Mr. 106 slurped away greedily at her , sliding his tongue inside or pulling the ring through her bud with his teeth as she moaned and sighed with pleasure. And it was pleasure like she had never felt, not daring to believe that her body could soak it up. The sounds were unmistakeably female, and very sexual in nature, as if she was fucking or masturbating, dad was looking at me as he turned up the volume, and I stopped writing, and looked up, he had a huge grin on his face.'Dad, what the fuck', went through my mind, but at f******n, little girls don't swear like that in front of their fathers, but yes, I do swear along with many other things, only in secret, and well away from my single parent.'What are you looking at Dad'? My reaction was no.