I used to go and see him every otherweekend. He lived in a shared house with some others. We were friends, good friends but it was platonic. I was 25...and he was 21, he consideredhimself too young for me, and I was madly trying to fit into his world and failing.We used to kiss as I arrived, and as I left, on the lips, but no tongues. Hugs but no ass grabbing. Well, very little. Anyway, this one weekend he went rock climbing with the uni, and there was an accident.Nothing fatal, but he'd. The weak willed wife was in panic. Without thinking she said okay, please, please and she began walking away from her register and towards the back room. The pervert customer followed with excitement. Once they were both in the back, the pervert customer bend the curvy wife cashier over an employee break table, pulled down her sweaty panties and hurredly pulled his fish smelling cock out of his overalls. The smell of the cashiers sweaty pussy, mingled with sweaty ass and piss stained panties. Either. It’s not that I don’t like my father, but I feel like he tries too hard when we’re together and it makes me uncomfortable. I would’ve much preferred to stay in bed until my alarm went off at 11:30. I don’t like to sleep past noon during the holidays.“Don’t make me drag you off the bed man. You know I will.”“Tommy, come on, I’m tired.”“You can sleep in the car. I’m gonna give you five seconds.”“Tom, I’m not playing.”“5, 4, 3…”“Seriously”“Alright. Here we go.”He grabbed me by the forearm. She seals her lips around the shaft as he pushes in, just in time for his thick rich cum to start coating the roof of her mouth. She hears him grunt, and feels his grip tighten on her chest.A few moments pass with his cock pulsing between her lips before he relaxes and steps back. A couple of drops of cum and spit drip on her forehead as he pulls out and she gulps down his load. “Mmmmmmm, Daddy” she grins, sliding to her feet off the table, “that was so naughty.” She drops her shorts to the.