He licked softly and slowly and I moaned in approval. He sucked my clit as if he instinctively knew how I liked it. “YES!” I exclaimed as my pussy...dripped with pleasure. I thought of things to distract me so I would not cum so quickly. Dad was so good at eating me, I envied mom for a moment. I cupped his head in my hands and he stood up. I started to undress him, but he removed his own clothes. “All these years and I never saw my father naked.” I thought. However, by the time that thought was. When I came back into the living room Mike was already fucking her again. Same position, same steady stroke. Would he really be able to go till ten-o’clock? Damn, he was going to stop before than and help me get her cleaned up. I was not getting stuck with all the work.I went into the kitchen and started making a sandwich. I had not had dinner and all that activity, fucking, had turned horny into hungry. I yelled out to Mike asking if he wanted a sandwich and he said yes. I put his plate. Since the terrace was locked, we had four stairs which shielded us from the light and the public view. Bobby pushed me against the railing and pulled down my leggings in one second. He entered me from behind. We kept our moans at almost muted volume. The space was closed and we were working up a sweat in more than one way. We tried to sit down and do it the conventional way but the stairs hurt our backs. We decided to achieve as much standing and fucking and one of the best things that can be. . Four months later... So, Emma got settled in with Brent. She did visit about once a week or so and we had plenty of fun together (Brent included) just not as frequently as when she’d lived twenty feet away. Ah well. She also spoke to Jess (and, less frequently, me) on the phone nearly daily.Mike, for his part, was the perfect neighbor. Jess thought him shockingly quiet and low-key for an eighteen-year-old living on his own for the first time. No parties, no loud music, no TV blasting, not.