”“Is there anything else you need?”“Not at the moment. I’ll let you know if I do.”“See you later this summer, Stepa.”We said ‘goodby...’ and I hung up. I still had no idea what to do, but my trip to Japan was only a few days away, which meant any response on my part would be delayed for at least a month. That would give me plenty of time to think about it.That evening, Jesse came to hang out with us so that Jennifer and Josie could celebrate their ninth wedding anniversary.June 10, 1994, Chicago,. It was not as big as his father’s dick but it was a sweet little thing. I started kissing his dick. I sucked it very little as I didn’t want to make him cum now.I removed my shorts and lingerie. I was completely naked now. I also removed his clothes completely. I asked him to lick my pussy. He refused. Instead, he just kissed my pussy and grabbed my waist and started fucking my navel with his tongue.I was overflowing with pleasure. He loved my navel so much that I had to ask him to stop.. "I told you so! And you can cum on my dick faster than on your husbands," the plumber gloated. "I bet he's never even made you cum with his dick." Then reaching up he grabbed her breasts and started to massage them. "Here, let me warm up your titties." "A few times," she said as she started hopping up and down on his manhood, plunging him deep inside her with every each bouncing thrust. She leaned into his hands, pressing her painfully hard nipples against his palms. As they rubbed against him. "Hey, Dad. I didn't get you out of bed, did I? Good. Well, there's someone here who wants to talk to you."Dan held out the phone to his sister, and she took it in her trembling right hand. After a final, deep breath, she said, "Hi, Dad."For several seconds, Christine and the rest of her family sat in uncomfortable silence. Then Becky broke out into a smile — and tears. "I missed you too, Dad."Christine breathed a sigh of relief as her niece launched into conversation with the father she'd not.