She was a true deep throat artist.Her technique was amazing. Smooth and easy with her tongue dancing around my shaft like snake around a tree trunk. ...Her pace was quick and steady as I held the back of her head with one hand and ran my other hand between her legs and used my finger tips to massage her greasy slit. She stopped to spit on it and look up at me with those amazing deep blue eyes and winked as she softly gripped my dick and rubbed it up and down.“feel good babe?” she asked dropping. Chicken with a white sauce. It smelled divine. Next to it was some homemade coleslaw and some homemade bread. The plate was on an upside-down box and the chair next to it was a fold up chair like the one John had from Wall-Mark. “You guys need a table. Please take my table until you have something better.” John waited until his hosts were seated. “May I say a grace for the meal and the day?”“Yes, please proceed Father John.” Sam said.John took a big breath and opened up his chakras, “Thank you. "Second and this is simply a yes or no question; do I look like anyone's father?"Ana suddenly froze as she finally caught up to her sisters and she said, "YOU, the book was about you!" Please just answer yes or no to my question," Joyce said sternly, and repeated, "Do I look like anyone's Father?"The three girls slowly shook their heads to reply no.Joyce then said to Lana, "So, if you have a father you love and are happy with, and I look like no one's father, do you really want to ask the. Rich is spent, but Allison and I are not. I come over to Allison lie down next to her and gently stroke her as she comes down form her latest orgasm. We make small talk as Rich collets himself. He notices that it is almost 2:00 AM; he says he has to get going. He thanks us for a most grateful evening of sex and good fun. We see him out and start to talk about our evening. As we relive the events we are both start getting hot again. We are both pretty horny again and start playing with each.