Because of her seniority, she had a senior home room, which meant she didn't have to give the SAE. Her kids showed up on Monday and Tuesday mornings f...r graduation rehearsal, then only came to school for the class tournaments. Jake suffered with a homeroom full of sophomores.They went down to the teacher's lounge and sat around with half a dozen of their colleagues. Everyone was ready for the school year to end. They compared notes and were trying to figure out their schedules for the next. Without even touching my dick. Dad was chuckling again. “Maybe try sitting back and relaxing a bit, with a hand somewhere on her.” I chose her shoulder, but before long, I moved my hand over her skin, my eyes roaming even faster than my hand. “Go ahead, boy, touch her little titties, tell me how they feel.” “They feel great, Dad,” I said, after getting my first feel of a girls chest, “Thank you.” “Happy birthday, Son.” I spent a good half hour exploring. A small drop was forming at the tip and I couldn’t stop myself from asking to taste it. She didn’t answer me, but she moved to sit on my chest, inching up to get her beautiful cock close to my mouth. When it was within reach, I took the tip between my lips and alternated sucking and swirling my tongue around the head. The pre-cum was sweet and slippery with just a hint of salt. It could have been the syrup on an exotic desert. Another pump filled my ass and after a moment of surprise, I. That was when her demeanour changed. Apparently, I did not catch on to some of the conversations in the pub earlier, and I missed the really important one, where Melissa and Brigitte talked about what pressed their buttons the most. I would hazard a guess that Steve and I must have been talking about cars at the time.It seemed like I had just pressed one of Brigitte’s biggest buttons. Melissa took a sharp intake of breath when I mentioned sticky fingers. I watched as Melissa’s gaze went.