I placed my hand back on his head and the other I used to massage my tit. He occasionally glanced up at me admiring my tits. Both of his hands were gr...pping my thighs holding me in place. “Higher,” I told him, through heavy breath. He moved his tongue higher to my clit and slowed down. He aim was much more focused this time. I moaned and gripped at his head as he licked my clit. I reached down and pushed his left hand off of my leg. “Finger my pussy,” I struggled to tell him, my sentence. I gasped " What the fuck dad why are you paying for head!" he screamed. I ran! I fell asleep in my bed that night and I made sure to lock the door... Or at least I think I locked it.(2 hours later that night)I was awake but I was staring at the ceiling. My father had come home already but he had staggered into his room already I hope he found a good hooker and I hope he over payed big time!Then I heard the very familiar creek of my door. Damn I thought I had locked that! I had just pretended to. Thank you baby, I like to do my best to please you,” Kelly replied as she walked to the change benches in the middle of the room. Kelly continued, “Come over and sit on the bench here baby. I want you to be comfy while I eat you. I want you to be able to fully relax and enjoy it as you climax on my tongue. I want you to give in to the waves of pleasure as they sweep over you whole body, pleasure that I will be responsible for giving you.” Steven could not believe his eyes. He had thought he. It had been unfair of me to think Mel's outfit was over the top last night. This getup my aunt wore now was no less absurd. But even so, my blood thumped in my veins like the bass track of a techno song. "That's quite the look for you, Aunt Iva," I said, trying to sound detached. "Thank you," she said, flicking a loose lock of hair out of her eyes. Her nails had been painted black. That was ordinarily too Goth a look for me, but Iva was pulling it off quite well. "So what are you up to at the.