I kissed her toned legs and flat stomach, leaving her hungry snatch for last. I made a bee-line for her chocolate colored areola and thick nipples. As...I nursed each one alternately, I felt her begin to squirm, I knew what she needed and she did not have to beg. I ran my tongue up over slick folds, pausing to flick the tip over her electric clit. I did this several more times, "Ssss oooh, mmm, Jay." Her sex sounds were delicious, I wanted to hear more of them, had to. I began to suck on her. It was the perfect solution. She chose an oversized chair off to the edge of the room near the electric fireplace. It only took a few moments to settle herself in, laptop screen glowing, suede Sherpa coat flung carelessly across the chair back. She didn’t even have to go to the counter to order, the barista pointed to the specials board, brows raised, and Sara nodded. One of the perks to being a regular, she supposed. Sara loved to work here, she felt clearheaded here and was able to. John embraced me pulling me in hard to him, squashing my breasts into his chest, and in typical John fashion, looked into my eyes and said, 'My God Mariel, you look like a Swedish Slut' and kissed me full on my open mouth.I saw John had closed his eyes during the kiss and I noted hubby giving the two thumbs up behind his back, with a broad smile on his face, followed by a crotch grabbing, which made me wonder if he wanted me to do that to John or if he was indicating he was being. I cupped his head in my hands and he stood up. I started to undress him, but he removed his own clothes. “All these years and I never saw my father naked.” I thought. However, by the time that thought was completed, dad was fully naked and erect in front of me. His body was smooth and beautiful and his cock was wider than I imagined it. I knelt before him and kissed the tip of his cock as he gently stroked it. I took it in my mouth, trying not to gag from the width. I methodically sucked him in.