Standing in his daughters bedroom at three in the afternoon without a stitch of clothes on and the goofiest look on his face. I looked down at his coc.... All nine inches of it stood proud and erect. I knew that cock better than anyone else, probably even better than mom. It was the cock that made me and the cock that fucked me. Dad, I began, growing a bit perturbed by the whole scenario. We didnt screw in the daylight. No, the things we did were better left in the dark. Thats how it had always. He looked like he was enjoying sucking me off, why was I so hesitant? He reached up, grabbed his love stick and brushed it against my mouth. The clear slimy stuff was now on my lips and I closed my eyes and licked it off. He said, "You don't have to suck it, but would you kiss it please, please, I need some pleasure too." I didn't answer, but I placed my mouth over that patch of hair on his belly and sucked the wiry coarse hair. He moaned, "OH God, that feels nice. Don't stop, please."He then. She remained standing outside the room about 4 feet away and could clearly see that my cock was long and thick in my briefs as she talked to me. I didn't hide it but I made sure to turn toward her so that she could see it if she wanted to. I feigned trying to close the curtain more out of modesty, but I failed miserably at doing so. Which was good. I was so turned on by now, but there was little I could do otherwise - the front door of the store was open, people could wander in suddenly, there. John had probably seen most of them before, but he really only knew the hosts' daughter, Wendy, and the nice lanky one lounging on one of the sofas. Very thin face, surrounded by long black hair, wonderful smile, short skirt, excruciatingly beautiful supple thighs. They'd been introduced at the last party, though he'd seen her before that, a happy, bouncy, outgoing girl. No idea what her name was. She seemed to have recognized him, that was maybe a knowing smile. They had all smiled at him when.