We are trying to review but it's clear in my head she isn't. Next thing I know she drops her pen in between my legs. I immediately go to reach for it ...nd she pushes me back in the chair and gets down on her knees. She gets the pen and puts it in her pocket. Her Hands grab onto each of my ankles and slowly she starts rubbing my calf and working her way up. She gets to my inner thighs and by this point my boner is completely evident. She spreads my legs, unties my pants, and pulls down my sweat. Sensing my mood is a gift for any man, and Dad had it. He knew precisely when to back off and hold me closely, and when to be forceful. This continued, for what seemed hours, as we would move from one oral position to another. I never will forget that moment when we were in a 69, with me on top of him, when I was so distracted by my cumming, I couldn't continue the blow job. I was powerless to do anything, and he moved me to just sit on his face. His only words were to "Grind Baby Girl." I did. The sex life Heidi and I once enjoyed long ago is now a closed subject weno longer really talk about. It is sort of like she never acknowledgesthat I was ever anything unlike the person I am now. Meanwhile Heidi haschanged dramatically. Since she relocated to London with me she hastransformed herself from a sweet innocent looking blonde South Africanwoman to a very sexily clad high heeled woman with a certain reputation.She is inherently indiscrete. As a result she was barred from the localpub. Our bodies were casting shadows on the walls due to the candle light and she reached to untie my hands. I explored her body with my fingers, giving her increased pleasure and suddenly, her back arched up and she came with a loud sigh. It was as if on cue, I came too. She fell on me and our bodies shuddered together… Our hearts were beating as one..When we came back to our senses we looked at each other and asked at the same time how was it? When we laughed I could see in her eyes that it was.