I laid back on my bed, with my hands cupped behind my head. I lay like that, with my eyes closed for several minutes before I began to cry. Gently at ...irst, but with more and more strength until I was weeping loudly. It did not last long, only 5 minutes or so, but as I began to feel my mood lighten a little I understood better the seeming rush we had all been in to leave Construct. Later I confirmed it with a few questions at the dinner table, and a phone call to Ginny.We had all felt the need. She almost encouraged her father by not rebuffing him.It was about 8 p.m. Al was sitting in the single cushioned chair and when she was passing he playfully grabbed at her hand. Father and daughter then acted as if they were struggling. He pulled her onto his lap and they giggled to each other.Cathy turned her head for a moment, looking back at them but she turned right back to the TV, not paying heed to them any further. Michelle shifted on her father's lap and as had been happening, she felt. He then thrust into my mouth, deciding how deep he would go, which also now gave me a little bit of time to breathe. He was moaning deeply and I was expecting to feel his cock harden even further and then his warm sticky cum explode deep into my mouth and throat, but instead he pulled out. My breathing was quick and shallow now as I could breathe without any restrictions; I hadn’t realised how limited it had been. I relaxed for a moment. My hands were now being untied, and seconds later so. My mom is a little caught off guard because the panties that Amy was wearing did not resemble a traditional song. Amy’s eyes got big and quickly grabbed my mom’s hand and said, mom this is actually not a thong. Amy said, these panties were are crotchless panties that her boyfriend had got her for Valentine’s Day. My mom kind of made a funny face and just said, oh, well then, Mike you will get to see a different type of panties right now. My mom took her other hand and put it on Amy’s other hip.