They went back to Joan’s apartment for the evening and satisfying sex. Eric visited Joan every evening after she got off work. But Friday was approa...hing and she would be with her older man friend again. Again, she suggested Eric could come to her apartment after he left around nine. Eric accepted the invitation this time. Eric was at home fretting and upset Friday evening because he knew Joan was in bed with her fifty year old man friend. He was turned on by the thought of her sucking him. It was Mr Smith. He wanted to say something but couldn’t and the feeling of finally having some attention on his cock was feeling amazing. Sasha had stopped rimming her dad and she and Sarah met at the sideboard. Sarah once again did her cat trick of licking all over her sister’s face, dragging in all the nasty ass juice and slime that had happened whist Sasha had eaten out her father’s shit hole.“God Daddy” Sarah exclaimed, “you have the nicest tasting ass hole ever. Doesn’t he Sash?”“He sure. "It's beenmany months since photos of our wedding were in all the newspapers." Yes, but Klaus here," he said, indicating the Wehrmacht corporal, "has aphoto of the Countess pinned over his bunk that he tore out of DerSturmer ."I glanced at Klaus but he averted his gaze, looking embarrassed. I feltmy own face reddening as I tried not to think about what he probably didin his bunk while looking at my photo."Are there more checkpoints ahead?" asked Helmut."Not on this side of Berlin, no. You. "Your father was an inconsiderate, unfaithful jerk. We married way tooyoung and I regret that I ever met that man, except for you." A nice wayto describe ones father. "We met at a water fountain in New York City. Iwas watching the water when he walked up next to me and handed me aflower. I thought that was a kind of romantic way to introduce so I gavehim some attention. Needless to say, things went well for a while, yaddayadda, marriage, a baby, a mortgage. You probably don't remember livingin.