That was just his way of coping. He asked me if I was hungry, which I wasn't, but I took the beer he slid across the table. Neither one of us was cryi...g or even especially sad; I think we were both just relieved that it was over, both speechless. I drank another beer, watching Dad finish off a huge bowl of vanilla ice cream drenched in chocolate syrup. He let out an enormous belch, went to the living room, lit up a cigar and started watching a football game. Normally I'd leave him alone at that. In the bar which was nice and dim he sat opposite to me on the sofa, our conversation after the first round turned to girls, ass and stuff, indirectly started talking about how frequently we have sex and stuff and especially previous encounters , in that I started narrating a story of how an aunty seduced me when I was virgin, he got so curious, as the story of how she gave me blow job processed, I felt his bare feet touching my shoe, as soon I figured that I removed the shoes, touched his bare. " she sounded a little nervous about this. Then she pulled off the nightshirt over her head. This gorgeous, petite Asian girl, now wearing only the most see-through black nightie, her perfect chest visible in the moonlight and from the little light from the windows of the house nearby. I was stunned. She is entirely too embarrassed about sex to be doing something like this. She barely even lets me see her in lingerie in the bedroom!!She climbed on to the air mattress and touched my boxers as. When you need to, you need to."He smiles at me but I stay silent, too afraid to speak and say something that could ruin things.He slides his leg out from under the blanket, it's totally bare and his foot pushes his trousers and undies onto the floor as he says, "you look like you could do with a wank right now, too."At this point, precum is running down the outside of my bottoms, push through the fabric which has been pulled tight by one of the hardest erections I've ever had."You should join.