I can feel her warm breath on my face now. She looks me in the eyes and laughs and then licks the ball in my mouth. She asks me if I like that and I s...ake my head yes. She does it again and then asks if I would like to kiss her. I again shake my head yes and she raps her lips around the other end of the ball and presses hers against mine. She takes off her shirt and bra and reveals her boobs that I have always been dying to see. She asks me what I think and I just sit there staring at them. She. I read in the papers a couple years later that her sister got married. She married some guy well-to-do. Now, I think she's about the only one that still comes every year." Come on boy," the old man said, in a kindly manner, "We have a lot of work to get done between now and Memorial Day."As busy as he was throughout the day, whenever the boy would pass near her tombstone, he would slip over to gaze once more at her beautiful face on her monument. Looking at the date, he could see she had been. Uh, sure," he mumbled, taking the bottle of oil from her with hands that shook."Wait a minute!" she said, standing up and turning to look down at him, seeing his embarrassment at the growing bulge in his trunks, which he was trying to both hide and pretend wasn't there. "It would be easier if I were lying down."She lay down on her own chair again, looking over at him, seeing him lick his lips nervously as he took in the figure of his daughter. "Well, come on, Daddy, I don't want to get burned.". Your mom and I used to go to her house parties a lot back in the days, dad replied with a smile. DADDY you and mom are swingers? I asked with a questioned look on my face. We used to be but your mom lost interest in it some time ago, daddy replied. I rolled over on top of him with my legs spread apart to each side of him. My big tits were hanging down in his face. I swung my hanging tits back and forth against his face. I was rubbing my wet pussy on him just above his cock at the same time. I.