“I like the more!” she said. Things were still casual as we mingled and drank. I kissed a few guys and a couple of women. No tongue and no gropin..., the lights were still bright but you could see a few of the guys were sporting tents in their pants. Amanda came through the house turning down many of the lights. As she was hitting a light switch she found Sam under the mistletoe. She was giving him more than a peck on the cheek. I could see though the dim light Amanda hand was rubbing Sam’s. As I neared her cunt, I felt her tighten and moan in pleasure. I slowly gave her peckish kisses along the length of her inner thighs, teasing her cunt and making her squirm. She begged me to quit teasing her. So I gave in. I kissed her clit, and swirled it in my mouth with my tongue. I trailed my tongue slowly to her open, quivering hole. I ran my tongue in a circular motion slightly inside her hole; she grabbed my hair and began to pull gently. Knowing she was enjoying herself I asked her to. “Yes, honey, I need to see you ... yes, it’s much worse than we thought, much worse ... yes, I’ll come down there ... twenty minutes. Okay ... love you too.”Her purse was still in the car, a testament to the truth that she was seriously distraught.It took her twenty-two minutes but the last of those was in the elevator to the ninth floor.The receptionist just waved her down the hall. “He’s dying, Carlton, well, maybe,” she said, sagging into the chair across from him even before he could come. The second her small hand wrapped around his massive prick he had to fight the urge to let his orgasm loose. Katie learned that day how to stroke her daddy's big prick. He taught her how to spread his pre cum all over his hard member reducing the friction.The slime allowed for a more intense feeling for Bart's prick as Katie's hand smoothly went up and down his pole, increasing her hand speed as Bart moaned in pleasure until his cock exploded. He sent stream after stream of his white pudding up.