"If you're ever in New York for whatever reason, I'd love to get together again." She takes a pen out of her purse and scribbles something on a napkin..."Here's my address and phone number in Manhattan. If I ever find out you've been in town without seeing me, you'll be in major trouble." Wouldn't dream of it," I say.We finish our breakfast, and I toss my bags into the back of the rental. The drive back to Berkeley is strangely serene, the both of us watching the seagulls circling the Bay Bridge. I don’t want to miss any of it. So, I lost myself in Whitney. I tasted her skin and inhaled the scent of her shampoo. I ran my hand down her chest and abdomen from her chin to her pussy. I knew Lissa was playing between her legs because every few seconds, she would stroke from behind my ball sack all the way across my balls and up my cock to where we were joined, pausing to tickle Whitney’s clit and then start over. I felt her vagina pulsing, clenching down and releasing over and over again. In. Just keep doing that." I understood that I was helping my father get off. I had no reluctance in servicing him and, at his urging, started to suck his penis harder. "I want to get off and come in your mouth, sweetie," he told me. He explained that I was giving him something called a "blow job." I was surprised by that amusing name since I was doing a lot of sucking and no blowing at all. As I sucked on his cock, daddy slowly loosened and pulled off my nightie. He explained that he would. You don't have anything a bit stronger than coffee, do you?"Cunning Rose knew I had. She had cleaned the top where my bottle of whisky was sitting.I poured us both a glass, "Cheers," I toasted.We sipped our way through the first glass, and I poured another."Rose, can I ask a personal question?" You want to know about the other night," Rose guessed."I was going to ask your age, but yes, why would Tim offer you to give me a blowjob?"Rose was brief, "Seventy-one, and because I love sucking cock.