So I grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged them down to his feet. He kicked his pants off while I tugged his shirt up over his head.I then sat...cross-legged on the couch, sideways, facing him. He turned himself sideways, too, and faced me. We were both completely naked. We never fucked, nor even kissed. In fact, we never even touched each other. We just looked up and down each other’s naked body, both of us thoroughly enjoying the view of each other, for about half an hour.Then we. She did what I said.I kept kissing as if it was another mouth, not an ear. Then I pressed my mouth against her neck, frequently rubbed my mouth against her skin while pressing my mouth harder against her. She had started moaning and rubbing my back.Still tasting her neck-skin, I rubbed my left hand down to her right boob and started groping it in a way it was pushed upwards, rubbing my right thumb finger against her left palm, still holding her hands stretched and rubbing the outer-side of her. This didn't help. The warmth combined with the lubricating effect the cum had between her flesh and the leather of her leggings only served to create a more pleasurable trap for Ziega's new appendage. With each orgasm, the additional cum created an even more wet and squishy environment inside Ziega's leggings. She had to stop and hold still every few steps just to keep from falling down in the thrall of a continuous chain of orgasms. Her lurching, half-strides finally brought her to the door of. “Hm. I guess that’s fair, then.” He paused. There was a kind of expectancy in her gaze, and he realized the negotiation was over. She was waiting for him to take off his clothes. Mostly he didn’t mind at all. He was mainly worried about the issue of what questions or issues would come up due to his erection, which he was wise enough to realize was inevitable. More than inevitable - it was already a concrete reality.But, thinking about it the same way his daughter had earlier, when she’d first.