I'm pretty sure that neither of us wanted to move past this point. It was perfect. I don't know what Brenda thought of it as, maybe first kiss or some...hing like that, but, to me, it was the two of us deciding to trust each other. Not totally, but at least a little bit.Bea had opened my eyes to what was possible, and had taught me how to search for pleasure for both partners. Brenda was opening my eyes to emotional responses, and the importance of being connected with both the emotional and the. So to keep my hands busy I touched daddy's balls. They moved around in his sack as I played with them. I began to taste something a little salty as I kept sucking. Daddy's cock was pushing between my wet soft lips and gliding across my tongue. Suddenly I felt him tense and put his hands on my shoulders. He said something which I didn't hear and then he moaned really loud and that's when I felt his hot cum fill my mouth. It came in spurts filling my mouth until it was full. I let it out. Dad came downstairs, listeningto the music as he walked and, seeing Mum in the kitchen,absentmindedly poured them both a drink and took one out to her. Asthey chatted, a bum note was struck on the piano - and they looked ateach other accusingly, for they were both perfectionists when it cameto music.Mum was the first to realise that if she wasn't playing and Dad waswith her, then one of us kids must be messing with her beloved piano,Apart from this being against the rules and therefore worthy. ” “Wow. Um, I could get in serious trouble here…” “Oh come on, teach, I saw you looking. Staring.” Then she cupped her right breast while pointing at the bulge in my jeans. “I know you like me. And I can tell you like them. Don’t you want to touch them?” “Kristina, this is really not appropriate,” I said, but I wanted to shoot cum all over those perfect breasts. “The term’s over, right?” She then cocked her head. “Can’t you just lock the door?” I could, and I did. Quickly. “Oh teach, I know.