I looked around the smallish living room at the overstuffed couch and chair, the obligatory coffee table with scuff marks and cigarette burns in the f...nish. All in all, the room was nothing special. My bladder had started to feel full, probably the psychosomatic result of the hope in my loins rather than any real need to pee. I decided to look for a bathroom anyway.I headed through the doorway and found a short hall. At the end of it there were two doors, one on each side. One was probably the. I inhaled it greedily. It's half limp state made it all softness, the spongy head and shaft bent easily as I worked all over it with my tongue, cleaning off every bit of cum and sucking the last of it out the tip. I felt like a cheap slut. As I moaned with my mouth full of cock the feelings of shame and humiliation washed over me and I came, sticky cum coating my painted fingers.My dad stood and started to walk off. I curled into a ball, the lust was gone from my mind as soon as my orgasm. Strange. Kelly had been sure this thing would look ridiculous on her, but… weren’t these actually pretty cute? There was an exaggerated fluffy puffiness to them—her silhouette would probably look as though she was wearing a pumpkin over her hips—but rather than simply seeming silly, they gave her a sense of charming femininity. They were adorable; while the underwear wasn’t revealing in the slightest, these bows and ruffles were clearly meant to be appreciated, which somehow made them feel coy. I told her to come take the lift and come straight. She came in and took her shoes inside the flat and I closed the door.We had a drink and I was really not able to speak anything and take her to the bed room and hug her …She was even very hot by thinking abut me and even press harder. Her two big soft melons pressing my chest. I was not able to control myself. I started kissing her neck, it was so beautiful and soft and perfume was spot on. We both started kissing each other her beautiful.