It was coming in the direction of Jim’s house. Mike got out and snuck to the trees. He angled for an unobstructed view… and finally could see. It ...as Jim’s mom, Claire O’Neil. She was walking towards the back door. She stopped. She was on her phone. She was shaking her head and talking, obviously upset at someone or something. Mike couldn’t hear, but he watched her. She seemed distraught. Obviously, whoever she was talking with had hung up. She snapped the phone shut and put it in her pocket.. I knew if my dad could fondle my tits this good, he probably could suck my tits to the point of making me orgasm! My dad pulled me closer to him, while still holding on to my tits. His mouth went right to my nipples. He first flicked his tongue across both nipples, I moaned. Then he slowly ran the tip of tongue around each of my areola, then licking all over each of my tits. Sweat was running down my body and I could feel my pussy soaking my shorts. He licked his way back up to my erect. And as the climax began to build it was as if I actually was fucking her. For the most parts it was only quick glimpses as she passed by the window. But every now and then,mostly when she got out of the shower she would linger in sight longer.Drying her hair in the mirror that happened to be right in the centre of the window. Oh the sight of her tight,firm arse would drive me wild. On a couple of occasions she would drop something and have to bend over to pick it up. Oh my god.If I could keep. "Well it does mean that he doesn't have to keep an eye on the caterers," she said shyly.He grinned. "Well done you," he said. "That remark was cheeky of me. What do you do with your spare time?" Play the violin mostly and keep myself fit." Are you with the LPO?" Yes." Good for you. I shall have to make sure I introduce you to my wife when she comes up with me in May. She's an organist."Sally smiled. "Way beyond me," she replied. "Four fingers, a bow and only one stave of music are enough for.