A slow kiss, her lips and tongue sucking him in, then as she released him he gave another kiss to her neck, a nibble to her ear, then back to her lips... her luscious lips, her most beautiful face filling his eyes even as her breasts filled his hands. But then a move of her legs to open and Mel quickly pulled a thigh over his hip, moved his own hips in, grinding into her ass. He was welcomed with the feel of her hand reaching down to grasp his very hard and needy cock as it stretched through her. No sooner had it started to run down toward my puckered hole it started to get warm, it touched my arse and Dave pushed a finger into my hole causing the oil to follow it. This was just about all I could stand, I shouted at Dave either to fuck me now or find somebody who could. I was on my hands and knees, and Dave worked a couple of fingers into me for a short time, then placed the head of his cock against my arse. He spread my cheeks with his hands, before he could push into me I pushed back. “I’m not happy that you’ve done things with Tricia,” he growled softly. “I can tell that she came home happy though, so you didn’t mistreat her.” He seemed to be reluctant to make that declaration.Tricia came down the stairs and joined our conversation. “He didn’t mistreat me, Dad,” she assured him, pausing to kiss him on the cheek before coming to sit with me. She was wearing a long sleep-shirt and smoothed it out across her legs before taking my hand in hers and holding it in her lap. “Matt. .stuff like that. While she drove I took quick peeks at her. She was prettier, at least to me, than Mrs. Wilson. Her hair was long and blonde. She had smaller tits, but the capris pants she was wearing showed she had very nice legs. She had bracelets that rattled on her wrists as she drove the car. She looked over at me a lot now that the information about not telling anyone was clear between us. She had this nervous smile that was accentuated by the red lipstick she wore. Finally we.