She raised her butt up to push his tongue into her. She heard the sound of a zipper, and the tongue parted her labia, and touched her clitoris, sendin... little shocks through her body. She felt his tongue as it traced a line from her anus, all the way to her clit, then felt him kiss her mons, moving the fine, straight hairs there with his tongue. Sometimes he would catch one between his lips, pulling it gently, and letting it go before it hurt. So far, he and Michael were the only ones to do. Long before the internet was putting porn out there for the whole world. We had Playboy and Penthouse and a few other magazines. And some sex shops had pictorial magazines and novels about any kind of sex you could think of. I was more of a verbal person so I bought the sex novels and had accumulated almost 200 of them. I kept them in a bookshelf area in the head board of our bed. Once I came home early from my shift because a power surge and outage had knocked out all of the computer systems.. He would thrust up as I came down, pushing for maximum penetration. Chuck came along side and stood next to me. He offered his stiffening prick and I took it in my mouth. What a trip! I had a cock in my ass and a cock in my mouth. Some stranger I had never met before was fucking me, and I was sucking off my girlfriend's dad. I savored every moment of Chuck's prick. I ran my tongue over the bulbous head and traced the veins down the length of it. With one hand I hefted his balls and knew they. Of course that made sense. She wasn't here for sex, after all. And the suit she'd chosen, while it looked nice on her, was just that--nice--as opposed to revealing or sexy or whatever. It actually made it possible to swim with her (she relented and allowed me in the pool) without thinking constantly about the fact that she was female. Unless I saw her ass, anyway. Those boy shorts bottoms exhibited her ass to fine advantage. I also got to see the tattoo on her back, which was like a pen and ink.