Each time I look down at her as we walk, she smiles up at me. Her hair has grown back to cover her head and almost down to her hairline in back. She k...eps it pulled straight back, wearing one of my old ball caps. Her hair is a lighter blonde now, than when I cut it off.There are times, I wish she could, somehow stay. There is no way a young woman with her looks, and that absolutely brilliant smile, doesn’t have someone waiting for any news of her, still clinging to the hope that she’ll be. I started moving my mouth up and down on his thing. When I reached the top of it I started sucking on it a little. I heard my Dad moan. I stopped and took my mouth off his thing. I looked at his face. He was still passed out. "Dad," I said again. Nothing. It must have felt good to him. I liked the idea of making my Dad feel good. My body was tingling even more. I never felt anything like this except when I played with myself. This was better. I lowered my mouth back down on Dad. This time I. In one moment he took his hand of and spat on it. With his saliva as a lube he continued jacking me off. I was flying.Then I did something, that surprised him as much as it did me. I knelt a bit towards him, but instead of spitting on him, I just took him to my mouth. He froze, looking at me. I looked at him and said:-Well we can jack off alone, but you can't do this on your own!He laughed and closed his eyes embracing the newfound warm sensation of my mouth. -Do this and then I will do it to. I asked for a Diet Coke and she got herself one as well."Did Pete discuss with you our little conversation of last night?" I asked her."If you're asking how much I know about what he told you, I think I know all of it. I mean, I guess there's no telling what Pete might have said to you that he didn't want to tell me, but as far as I know, he told me all of it." You know why I'm here?" Pete said you wanted to hear it from me, that I was on board with the Master Plan." And I take it that you are..