He grunts like he did when he was fucking my mother last night. I dark shroud of guilt is wrapping itself around my heart at the thought. This man is ...ot just my dad. He's the love of my mother's life. Her man. I keep sucking, the sounds coming out of my father's mouth, the rumbling in his throat, the panting, the feel of his hands resting gently on my head, everything is too wonderful to let guilt stop me.I pay attention to his reaction, watching his face while I suck his cock, carefully. It was a blast to watch. As we walked out, we walked together."Looks like the rookies came to play," Sandy said excitedly."I don't know, the third-string quarterback looked a bit rough around the edges," Kathy replied."Well, he was picked in the fourth round of the draft," I said."Hey!" we heard from behind us. It was two guys."Leave us alone already," Sandy replied as she turned around."Nah, we asked politely for an autograph, you acted like a stuck-up bitch!" one of the guys shouted."How many. I sat her on the toilet, stuck the nozzle into her, and squeezed. She giggled and I squeezed in a second bottle to make sure that she was cleaned out.I got her positioned in the center of my bed and then I got between her legs. She thought that I was going to fuck her but instead I started eating her pussy. According to her I was the very first boy to go down on her. She loved it so I did everything that I had learned over the years with her mother. She had one orgasm and then a few minutes. “What next?” asked Cory.“Well, now you need a cock to suck.” Anita crept up to stand over John. “Cory, you get on the other side, and Laurie, you stay next to me.” She knelt down by John’s waist, and the girls followed her example. “Now, try not to wake him up, but start by undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.” She started things off by gently unbuckling his belt, leaving it undone but still around his waist.At Anita’s signal, Cory gingerly undid the button at her father’s waistband. John.