Kristen fixed breakfast for us. It was nothing fancy: eggs, bacon, some bread, and tea. Of course it had the famous ‘Kristen touch’. After breakfa...t, we quickly redressed in our finest clothes, and walked the block or so to the palace entrance.I chose to wear my best dark blue evening wear. It wasn’t flashy, but was very serviceable. Kristen had on a light green dress and a maroon cape. Green stockings and maroon shoes completed her outfit. I was wondering about her attire.“Kristen, you don’t. “You told her about what we did?” I asked. A week and a half ago we’d enjoyed some awesome sex together, for the first and only time. This was probably not model behavior by an adult. “Yes. She’s not mad or anything. I think she means just be casual. She talks weird sometimes.” “Did you mention Chad was, uh, there?” I asked. Ashley had watched my son fuck me. “Well, yes, I tell my mother everything. But she would never be mad about just sex.” Ashley pushed her breasts out, almost defiantly.. He was awed by the smooth firmness of her skin, by the heat radiating from her. He rolled to his back and pulled her over him, she was lying on his legs, stomach and chest, still locked to his mouth. His pulsing hard cock lifted against her smoldering crack as he pulled her thighs apart for access to his daughter's throbbing young body. She stopped sucking his mouth and pushed up, lifted her hips off him and let him slip into her again. She was soaked with cum from his first orgasm so his. At six-two and 175 he stood three inches taller than her five-eleven.He smiled and reached out and ran a finger down her cheek, across her shoulder and then down over her sweat stained breast. "I had the impression that maybe you wanted me to come here instead."He was right, of course, but she wasn't going to admit it ... not just yet. She ignored his finger. "What made you think that?"He put his finger just inside her partially opened blouse, in between the V of her breasts and she tingled.