My father worked second shift came home and went to bed about midnight. I use to lay in bed waiting for him to go to sleep. Once he did I would get up...get my cloths that I had hidden, get dressed real sexy and sneak out the back door. I’d wear my high heels, silk stocking, a nice wig that I saved up for, and I had this real tight dress I would wear. It was so tight I could bearley walk in it. I could only take little steps. Each night I went out I walked a little further, till one night I. I wanted him so bad. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire and screaming for more. I knew he could give me what I needed, the reaaese of a toe curling orgasm that would make my body squirm and wiggle involuntarily. He knew I wasn't getting much sex and that what sex I was getting wasn't doing the trick. He would have stopped if I'd asked him. He told me how he'd love to lick my pussy and kiss my body all over. The thought turned me on even more. It had been before I met my husband 12 years. I raised my hip greatly everyone knows y I did like that’s and I am shooting my loads into his mouth which he is sucking and drinking not a single drop missed nearly.I made 5 shoots but can’t see a single drop coming outside. I was breathing hard now only I realized why he closed my mouth strongly otherwise everyone will wake up and he was in that position for another 2 minutes and came up. My tool became soft he came near to my ear and told tasty dear I want more before I reply he again went. ‘Only here – that is if you’ll have me!’ she replied, smiling broadly. ‘I had a long talk with the boys last night – explaining how you and I thought we felt about each other. Ssh!’ she added when she saw I was about to interrupt her. ‘I’ve always been very open with them about relationships – and sexuality – so they quite understood exactly what I was saying. And, although they admit they really don’t know you very well yet, they say that if you’re good enough for me, then that’s OK with them.