"Thank you Jack Fletcher and good night."I said good night and watched as she walked over to the bedroom, opened the door and then turned and smiled a... me then closed the door and I heard the distinct click of the lock. I rubbed my cheek where she had kissed me and I could still feel the place on my shoulder when her soft breast had pressed when she leaned over and kissed me.I finished my wine then walked into the bathroom. They had hung up their towels but their dirty clothes were in a pile by. Now, though, because her own sexual life had blossomed so vibrantly, the compassion she felt for her father was able to include compassion for that part of his loss.He had regained the ability to communicate, thanks to Bobby. It occurred to her that she might be able to help her father, like Bobby had helped her. She skipped his penis and balls, going on down to his legs first. Then, when everything else was done, she took his erection in her hand and swabbed it with the sponge.“Close your. She looked at my empty hands curiously.“Couldn’t find anything?” she asked with some disappointment that she tried hard not to show me.“Are you kidding?” I asked her seriously. “I had your gift in twenty minutes flat. I could have gotten you something else, but I thought you’d get mad if I spent THAT much money on you.”She smirked and nodded. “Took it out to the car, huh?”I shrugged. “It’s safe,” I promised her.We had a quick lunch while we people-watched and then we decided that we’d had. Smiling, Erikka says, “I was wondering when you were going to quit watching and come in.”“Well Ms. Johnson, let’s see if you can pass your oral exam,” I say, walking over to her.“I think I’m ready, Mr. Bradley,” Erikka says, pulling down my athletic shorts and letting them fall to the floor.Slipping from her chair, Erikka drops to her knees and grips my butt cheeks. In one quick motion, she gulps my cock down her throat as she pulls me toward her. Erikka’s cute button of a nose slams hard into.