They weren’t the leather-bound volumes people of my father’s class bought by the yard to impress houseguests: these books were well-worn, spines c...acked, the leaves dog-eared with use. Riffling through them fanned the scent of his Cambridge tobacco from every page. I had so many memories of my father’s half-shadowed figure sitting on the back deck at night, pipe stem curled at the corner of his mouth, squinting through smoke as he read, a glass of wine beside him.When I was finished the boxes. Xoxo." I was glad she noticed. The sight of her in the pool was indeed a thrill. If we had been alone there would be video of her. I replied, "You were stunning, baby. I loved it. Very much. xx." She replied immediately, with a blushing smiley. I heard the shower water stop, then a few minutes later heard a hair dryer whirring. I picked up a book from the side table by my chair and turned to the marked page. Finally, the bathroom door opened and I feigned interest in my book to allow Lizvette. I handed Fred the plate. He satit on the table and said. "Clean my dick."Under different circumstances I'd have been thrilled, but as Ipositioned myself between his legs and began to lick - I felt like ahuman bidet. He nonchalantly ate cheese and crackers while I worked.I could see him spread some of my discharge onto a cracker. "Have a cracker you fucking slut," he said.It tasted like honey. As I returned to my cleaning task it occurred tome that maybe If I aroused him I could find Dr. Jekyll. I very soon had to tell him not so hard with the pinching but i was loving it, I pushed him back so he was lying down and i leaned forward and kissed him passionately, I could feel his tongue rubbing at my lips tentatively so i opened my mouth more and slid my tongue into his mouth, he was trembling and i knew why, i could feel his cock tapping off my mound, I could remember my first time and how nervous i was.I arched my back so my pussy was on his belly, I could feel his cock tapping between.