" Molly giggled a little, and moved aside so he could walk into her parents' bedroom. "I'll see what I can do. Why not make him go with you after w...rk?"With a final grunt of exertion, Mr. Worthington tossed Andrew onto the bed. The mattress squeaked under his weight. Molly approached the bed and watched as her father turned onto his side facing away from her, muttered something inaudible, and began to snore. Mr. Worthington gave a big sigh, giving Molly a nose full of whiskey breath, and. ” “It’s OK mom. I didn’t mind. I like making you cum. And your pussy tasted amazing!”“Thank you baby. You will be doing it a lot. I will make sure you make your girlfriends very happy with your skills.”“Mom, I want to eat you again but my neck is a little stiff. Do you think I could be on the bottom? And could you suck my cock again.”“Of course honey. I love to 69.”We shifted and she climbed over me. She lowered herself and began to lick her pussy. I felt her hand grip my hard cock. A couple of weeks later Roy invited me to lunch. When we met I somehow brought up the topic of cock sucking again and we talked and laughed a little and enjoyed the day. The whole time I was dreaming about sucking his cock. When we were leaving the restaurant, I found the nerve to asked, “Will you let me suck your cock?”Roy looked up at the sky and said, "Nooo…I don't think so.” Then a long pause and, “Maybe if I was real drunk." “So,” said I. “I’ll have to get you drunk?”“No,” Roy said, “I’m. His dark eyes initially angry quickly turned appraising, then predatory. While none of these men sat at the traditional head of the table it was clear where the power sat in this room. He was above average in height, he seemed shorter because of the width of his shoulders. Everything about him seemed slightly larger than life. Dark curls topped a massive head with large almost brutally handsome features. He had a massively thick neck, a deep chest, thick muscular arms. He radiated confidence.