This was better. I lowered my mouth back down on Dad. This time I tried to see how much of him I could get in my mouth. I think I got about half of it...in. I closed my lips around it so I could suck on it better. Dad moaned again. This time I didn't stop. I kept going up and down on him. I was really liking this. I raised up and look again at Dad. I kinda wished he was awake so he could see me giving him a "blow job". I knew it would make him happy. "Dad". I yelled this time. Even that didn't. ” she shivered, and her sheath tightened for a moment. “She told me that once we were alone in a room and I had the opportunity, to take it. I awoke some time ago and it was tenting your shorts. I could not help myself, especially after Trina told me of the time, she sucked you while you were asleep in the tub.”I could not believe my ears, the vivid dream I had had, had been - in part real. The woman in the dream may have been a figment of my imagination, but the feeling of lips around me until. I don't know what came over me. Oh, hell, I do too. It was lust, pure and simple. The little bitch had teased the animals at the wrong time and she was about to pay. I moved without conscious thought. I stepped into Shirley, put my hands on her hips and pushed her back about three feet to trap her between my body and the barn wall. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her head back. I bent and kissed her. While I was kissing her I ran my other hand up under her top. Yep, no bra. I rolled. She could rinse it out or have it dry-cleaned. She tossed it into the wastebasket. Option three won out. Michael would buy her a new one. Her shower beckoned to wash away the sweat and cum. Lorna welcomed the initial spurt of cold water before the hot flow made its way up through the pipe and splashed across her face and chest. She let the water flood over her open mouth and down onto her neck and shoulders. She set the showerhead to ‘massage’ and grunted softly as the water pounded between her.