What I get instead is a cock right in the face, though a bit disappointed I take the cock in my mouth, noticing that it feels a bit different, but I d...n’t care, anything I can do to get my dad to fuck my ass as soon as possible. I suck it, running my tongue around the tip, and using it to feel all the exposed veins. But I don’t hear a single moan, which surprised me a bit, and the bitter salty cum that was my dad’s tasted different somehow, a sweeter, muskier, tangier pre-cum now. Before I have. Again there was a moan from above my head. My hands shifted again, to his hips, to the waistband. They pulled the soft cotton down, away from his waist, sliding down his hips, at first exposing his ass to the cool air. They bunched around the sturdy pole that jutted out from his body. I devoured it, enjoying the warmth of his cock through the cotton. This time the moan that met my ears was harder, throatier. I unhooked his shorts and finally released his cock. I sat back slightly, leaving my. Breaking the kiss we looked at Gina with big smiles on our shining wet, cum greased faces. Switching off the camera Gina put it down and said to us all,“I don't know about you two, but all this sex has made me hungry. Shall we have lunch before we fuck some more?”. Everyone agreed and we started on our picnic. Nothing was said while we ate. For the next half hour we just sat or lay naked on the blankets, picking at food from our plates or feeding tidbits to each other. I drank my one glass of. You know… get to know some more of the family. It seems that none of them have met you before.’ ‘No, Lady Simpson and my relationship was… well, a sort of business relationship really, not so much a social one. This is the first time I’ve ever visited the Hall.’ Once again, just for an instant, Burgess looked confused. But it was only for a fleeting moment. ‘Well happily there’s plenty to do here, to keep one occupied until the… ‘Mr Burgess, I’m here to attend Lady Simpson’s funeral, not enjoy.