Having done this so many times, my throat had taken the shape of my son’s rod, and it now slipped smoothly as I jacked out to the head. My excitemen... amplified as I tasted more of him, and I started a steady rhythm, enjoying this man meat that I loved so much. There I was, sucking my son’s dick feverishly with abandon. It was the naughtiest and most forbidden thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn’t care. I did not even feel bad, shameful or guilty. All I wanted was to suck this. I kissed Blaire goodbye and told the boys I loved them and to keep me up to date with their games. And that was that.Now, what does the well-dressed dad wear to this kind of event? Ashley said no to a suit and tie. She wanted me to look good, though, so we settled on dress shoes, khaki pants, and a nice untucked long sleeve shirt. Topping it off with a cardigan, I kind of looked like a hipster, a mid-forties hipster. Oh well, I thought. She likes it.“You know what,” I started as Ashley put the. He tried to benddown to pick it up but I intercepted him. As I straddled his lap myskirt hiked up revealing my frilly pink panties."Just leave it," I said stroking his broad chest. "It can wait. Hanklooked back at me with a confused expression."Ah, Jenny? W-we probably shouldn't..." I think little Henry disagrees," I interrupted. "He's just about topoke his head out of your pants," Hank looked at me with a confusedexpression before lifting me up off his lap and taking me by the arm."Aw, shit!". He put both arms around my hips before moving down to have a hand on each bum check. Rubbing them softly he said, “You had a great bum.” I politely asked him if he had ever been with a crossdresser before, he said he hadn’t. But it had always turned him on, and he would often watch crossdresser or shemale porn. I smiled and said, ‘Well this must be your lucky day then, if you want it to be?’ He nodded at me, but stated that he couldn’t be too long because of other deliveries. I looked at him.