You don't stay there long. Before I know it, you're up above me, leaning my body back against the bed and stretching my arms overhead. Mounting me, yo... reach to tie my wrists to the leg of your desk behind the bed. With you above me like this, I can just reach up to lick at your balls and the tip of your dick. You respond with a groan. You like it but you also don't like it. You want this to be about me. As soon as you've secured my hands, you move south, running your hands over my breasts and. I saw my ladies, waiting patiently on the back porch. Our home was fairly secure, in part because our home faced a part of the lake where I owned all the property on the opposite shore, a half mile in each direction. That cut down on anyone peeping at us. The Secret Service, supplemented by a squad of specialists provided by DOD, kept the land across the lake clear of trespassers, and other problems.The week flew by. Each morning Rick arranged all the necessary briefings. We worked on follow up. Just the way your mom likes it." I said, laughing to myself.I was enjoying her gentle rhythm. "A little tighter baby." I encouraged, looking forward to her tightening her grip.What I didn't expect was that the next sensation my cock would feel would be the warmth and wetness of her mouth as she drew my cock across her lips.My head shot up and I reached for her head to pull her off of my cock, but she put her hand in the middle of my chest and increased her pace on my cock."We shouldn't be....". That might be cute, but uninspired. Plus, I did something similar when I was eleven. I had some colored and textured paper from a school project. Maybe I could make a card of some kind? Again, uninspired and would probably take a while. What the hell was I going to do?My eyes swept over my clothes hamper with one of my old bras hanging off the side. That was an idea. Maybe I could have him help me pick out some new bras and let him watch me try them on? No, that’s dumb. He’s your dad, not your.