There was a kind of pause on the other end of the phone, and then Allie kind of whispered, “Me neither.”I was preoccupied by the slippery feeling ...f my finger gently rubbing my clit, so I didn’t say anything for a minute. Allie didn’t either. It really wasn’t that unusual – sometimes we’d just hang on the phone for company without talking. And I found I was grateful for the pause so that I could enjoy my fingering. Then she said, “So did you work up the nerve yet?” We’d talked about the article. “Sure do ... They just look different ... not bouncing around as much as they did that night in the motel room,” I teased, taking a minute to drink in the image. As I did, my cock couldn’t help but flinch and throb in my pants.“Keep turning those pages, buddy boy, and you’ll get some better views of ‘em ... and other things,” he suggested.Going very slowly through this chapter of the album, I was greeted with pictures of her in various poses ... being teasingly seductive, spread-eagle on a bed. To her surprise, he had no underwear on under his trunks and his hard cock popped up. She lifted his hard staff and ran her tongue up from his scrotum, up his shaft and ran her tongue around his head. Derek was uncut, Allie was surprised at how it looked, she had never seen one not cut.She pushed his foreskin down and slipped the head of his cock between her lips. Her tongue cupped his shaft as she pushed his cock deeper in her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and. Walking to some graves which I presumed one of them was our fathers. I followed behind at a distance, giving her space. She stopped at a plot with a brown granite tombstone. Near the top of the stone, in the middle was a colour picture of our father in his fifties. Below the photo, his name then the year he was born, and the year he died. With these words written after.‘Here lies a beloved father. Parted by death until we are reunited. Together as a family again.’“Hey dad, didn’t I tell you he.