"Now one rule," he said as he sat down. "We are not to talk about the grid or work. Agreed?" Agreed!" She smiled back to him.They talked about their h...stories and growing up. As dinner ended, they both separately decided that they were having a good time with the other."Please have a seat on the couch while I put everything away," David said."Oh, let me help." Nope," he said and raised an index finger. "You are the guest." He gave her a big smile. "Be with you in a moment."Monday sat patiently. I started getting a hard on. It was really uncomfortable because I didn’t want her to wake up and get a bad opinion of me. But there was really nothing much I could do. I tried my best to move my hard cock as far away from her as possible but I just couldn’t after a point of time.Just when I thought things couldn’t get any more awkward, she reached her hand back to adjust her dress and in the process, brushed my hard cock with her fingers. My heart was pounding now and my cock was tearing. My father was no stranger to my body. I sunbathe nude, and we rarely wear suits in the pool, even when we have guests. In our sauna, where we often have visitors, no one uses towels for modesty, only to protect their bodies from the heat of the stove. But in that restaurant, as our meal came, I used my body in ways my father had never seen. They were ways I had never used. With my girlfriends, no pretense was ever needed. I had watched my mother for years though, and copied the grace she used. ”“Oh yeah” she said, returning to the task at hand “I’m gonna make you cum lots of times today.”After yesterday's adventures, I decided that if she wanted to suck my cock I wasn't going to stop her, ever. If she wanted my jizz, well, she could have it; multiple times, if that was her desire. I lay on my back, while Chantelle worked on my cock. She was crouched at my side, leaning over my groin, her hair partially obscuring her face while her head bobbed up and down. I closed my eyes and.