'Forget it.'At the villa, going into the upstairs sitting room, I said cheerfully, 'Hi Quick, hi Teef.'Quick responded in an offended tone, 'I think a...quick apology is in order here. You're not keeping up with the news, Bendy. Surely you must have heard. I am now Sir Quick, if you don't mind.'Teef said, 'Don't overdo it, Quick.''Was that Mister Teef esquire who just spoke? Should a mere common guitar plucker be talking to a knighted person without first asking permission? Give us a quick. She was dressed in a long gray skirt that ended just short of her ankles, which were hidden from my view. Her blouse, a flowing white piece with frills on the front, also fit the image, but what almost made me gasp were her lips, painted in black and looking moist and dangerous. I glanced down at my tummy, where she had pulled up my top, and saw her fingernails shimmer equally black. Then I spotted him, and a tremor ran through my body. He was her age, also more gray than black in his. Jessica pulled Brandon's shorts and underwear down, freeing his stiff cock. When she sucked his dick up into her mouth, Vincent watched his young neighbor lay his head back in ecstasy on his leather couch. Yeah I know buddy... She gives amazing head and my sofas are fucking comfortable... Vincent fought every instinct in his body to race over there and toss a wet blanket on the fire burning before his eyes. Brandon's friend pulled his shorts down too, grabbed Jessica's hand and guided it. "Do you have a hard-on, Daddy?" she asked. She didn't wait for him to answer before she put her hand on the front of his pajamas. He was hard, God, he was hard, and much bigger than she had expected, bigger than Drew! It seemed funny that a girl rarely even thought of her daddy as having a cock, let alone a big, hard one. She could wait no longer, with mounting excitement, she reached inside and clutched his pulsing prick.Her father sat transfixed, unable to move, to speak, unable to stop her..