.. you are exposing him just as much, if not more. He is utterly naked for you, laid out, his simple, c***dish desire to please taking him over almost...entirely. He delights in your pleasure... savors it, longs for it, even more than his own. Gripping your ass firmly, he delves more deeply now, taking you with his mouth, possessing you, savoring your essence as he darts his tongue in and out of your sex... as he swirls round and round your swollen clit, listening to your soft pants and. I shared a story about that with my wife the other day and was surprised when I did not get an immediate eye roll and rejection retort from her. She did not look at me and yell, “Hell yeah, when can we try it?!?!?!” but I did not wind up with a red hand print on my face either! So on Wednesday before New Year’s she and I were out returning a gift from my aunt and that meant we were 75 miles from home and we decided to kick 2015 out the door with a small private party for ourselves. We got a. She kept every bit of it in her mouth and throat, so that his balls rested against her chin. It was an amazing performance, and Chrissy watched in fascination. But it got harder and harder to concentrate as her dad's jerking tongue brought her to a fever pitch of arousal. She realized she was soaking his face with her helpless floods of sticky cream. His plowing tongue felt so damned good in her cunt, she wanted to keep it there forever."Ooooooo, shit, Daddy, I love it," she whimpered.She tried. I found my friend, Brother Kiltern later who asked me in a broken whisper:"Where did you learn how to do such things?" I do not remember.... they just came to me!" I know, "he said looking around, "but don't you know that it is what women do. Dancing is not for men. Good reflection is a man's work in this world." Perhaps that will change soon," I said to his stern disapproval. Then, restating myself I said, "I will try to restrain myself." With a nod, he walked off.The rest of that day I tried.