I made it a point to talk about clothes and we were soon discussing what she was wearing. She stood up to show me her clothes so I asked her with a wr... smile as to why she had buttons on the outside of her fly. She really had no answer to say of course they were a part of the style of the jeans. I casually ran my fingers down the buttons. I could see that she was surprised that I had the temerity to ply my fingers on a part of her body which was so personal. I grasped one button and gently. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you standing there,” she mumbled; face bright red. “That’s understandable, seeing as you were busy cussing up a storm. I would hate to be the “asshole” that pissed you off,” he laughed. If possible, her face got redder. She had been cussing Mr. Rockman, even using his name at times. If this guy had been listening to her, then he knew exactly who the “asshole” was. “uh…yeah…again, I apologize,” she squeaked. “No apology necessary. From what I hear, Mr. Rockman is. I knew I hadto get closer, but I still didn't think it an appropriate time. ThenBernie's head reappeared and I saw him move towards my father and kiss himfull on the mouth. It was a long kiss and intense. The kissing stoppedand they both stood and, from my vantage point, I could see my fatherholding his pants, his cock standing erect framed by his fly. There wassome verbal exchange and they moved towards the stairs to the upstairsbedroom. Here was my chance. I slipped out of the garage and ran. Come on, darling, try to move in me.” I did, carefully and slowly first, but after a short time, I fucked her in the arshole as it were her pussy. Nelly cheered, cried, groaned, moaned, moved herself. I poked alternately in both her holes, the pussy and the ass, from ass to pussy, from pussy to ass, till Nelly gasped: “I don’t know in which hole you are, but it feels soooo good!”Then Nelly turned took my cock in her mouth and licked, and slurped and sucked, then she said: “Again the other holes.