Aur next day ke liya bol kar chala gaya. Doosre din jab main unke ghar gaya to maine dekha ki ek 18-19 saal ki behad khoob soorat ladki aai aur good e...ening karke mere paas baitha gaii. Shuraat mein to main shirf ushko padhane mein hi dhayan deta raha. Par kaii din beet jane ke baad maine gaur kiya ki wo mujhe bade dhyan se dekhti hai. Ek din jab main aaya hi tha to usne kaha sir main aap ko gaur se dekhna chati hoon , main hansa aur bola kyoun mai koi taj mahal hoon jo aap mujhe gaur se dekhna. Me fucking the girl that was eating you out. Not that I was complaining mind you! Martha’s cunt was a little disappointing. Unlike the silk vise of your pussy I could hardly feel any friction or pressure at all. I certainly wasn’t going to complain but Martha was obviously aware of the situation because she turned her head to look at me and said “I’ve gotten a little loose over the years dear. Why don’t you either fuck my ass or pick one of the other girls. I suspect that you will enjoy. Nothing fancy like Mike's, just quick meals like we usually had. When Dad came down, I felt naughty so as I had my back turned in the kitchen, I pulled on my nipples and made them hard. I also undid a couple of buttons.When placing the plate in front of Dad, I slightly exaggerated my lean to open my shirt. Not enough to show the nipples but to let him see a bit of cleavage (of course with my tiny tits, I only have a bit). I didn't act any different but pretended to be totally innocent.Dad went. With a hug. “From your mom, son,” he held out the food and shoes.“Thanks, pops,” Junior remarked. “Come in.”“Sure, but I can’t stay too long. I promised Fast Willy I’d help him work on the Chevelle.”“Oh, do he got that thing runnin’ yet?”“Yeah! He drove it to the house the other week.”“Wow! That nigga’s been workin’ on that car since I was in high school.”“True!”“Wanna beer, pops?”“Why not. The Sabbath is over,” Big Q referred to the fact that it was after sundown on Saturday.The father and son.