Only to stop. On and off - each time bringing her close to the brink.It got to the point where her body was expecting everything to shut off at a part...cular point and she was anticipating when they would. But this time they didn't. She ground further into her seat. She was soaked. She could feel it. Her breathing and heart rate picked up more and more. Her breasts began to heave a little bit. Her head swim. The room began to spin and she grew light headed.The teasing had done its job. It. He inserted two fingers into my pussy hole once again. I moved my hips to the rhythm of his hand. I reached over and took his cock in my hand and stroked it as he explored my pussy. "Can I taste you?" He asked. "Can I taste your pussy?" "Mmm-hmm," I was so into it I couldn't speak. All I knew was that I wanted him. He laid down on his back and pulled me over to him. "Climb on top of me facing my cock," he directed. I did as he requested. He pulled my hips down to his face and lowered my. When you get older you’ll realize that.”“Have you ever lied to me?” I asked.“Yes,” he said.I felt that was probably the most honest thing my dad ever said to me. I really wanted to ask him what he lied to about. I decided for my psychological well being it was probably best not to open that can of worms.He turned the TV back on and we started watching “Fast Times at Ridgemont High” on The Movie Channel. When we got to the scene where Phoebe Cates took her top off as she walked out of the pool. One strange thing he noticed was that they all (except Dorothy) marked their bingo cards using just one hand. Being curious, he asked Shelia opposite him.Shelia, when bright red. She stuttered, looked at Dorothy who said that it was ok to tell me their secret bingo fetish. Shelia told him that they were all widows who over the years admitted to each other that they still yearned for sexual enjoyment. And being old and with no men to give them what they wanted they fingered each other to silent.