We have been playing this little game for about six months now and still have not grown tired of it. Last Saturday I selected a co-worker of Jane’s ...o be the lucky fellow, and had arranged for him to be at our house around seven o’clock. But around two in the afternoon there was a knock at our front door, and to my surprise, when I opened it there stood Jane’s dad, Pete, along with his best friend Malcolm. They had travelled down from Teesside to play in a seniors’ golf tournament at a country. I squeeze firmly, milking my hands toward the tip, ending in a not-so-tender pinch/twist of your nipples. Your ass angles up, and we both feel the head of my cock push at the silk of your panties until it gives ever so slightly into your slit. You begin to scissor your legs back and forth, your hips grinding up hard toward my shaft. Your hair falls down tween your shoulders as your head falls back. My cockhead slips fully into your soaking wet opening. The fabric rubs roughly against ALL your. When the two of you get home you just watch TV until it’s time to go to bed. Danielle isn’t the same now that her aunt killed herself. She’s not the happy girlfriend that wants to have sex and is laughing all day long. She doesn’t say much and it seems like she lost the ability to laugh. You hope this ends after her aunt’s funeral. On the day of the funeral the two of you are dressed in black, obviously. Although you think the thought is wrong, you can’t help but admire Danielle in her black. However, it was erect now. It was long, but not terribly thick. I made a mental observation that he was built differently than his father, who is not quite as long, but quite a bit thicker. Just as my crazy brain began to consider that perhaps my son's organ takes after one of his grandfathers and not my hubby, he touched me with the tip of it and I gasped."Hhhooooooohhhhhh..." I vocalized as the air rushed back out of my lungs.I felt as if I were a pile of kindling and my son had just touched.