How ... when...?” I was stammering as I tried to frame my questions.Daddy chuckled as I tried to express myself. “Sit down, honey, before you hurt...yourself.” He poured me some more coffee. “Last night was a swing party. You got the general gist of it, hmm? Well, we’ve been swingers or swappers since when you were a little girl.” I stared at him as if he had grown a second head. “I’m actually kind of amazed that you’ve never noticed anything.”I shook my head. “I had no fucking idea!” I glanced. You can think of a sex filled mind made my penis hard. She asked me to stay silent and directed me to first floor from her duplex home. Now was dam sure that I’ll have a party today at 10 she came up with sweets and dinner. Oh my God! She was perfect in all edges and I didn’t wait went and took plate from her and kept it aside and hugged her. More than me she was hungry for a male. I started smooch her lips and I literally sucked all the juice from her wet lips but still they invited me to suck. To boot, she was constantly whining and complaining about her room and the food.Ford is an internet whiz and started to build a profile on her, thanks to her online diary. She was in her early thirties, was well thought of as an attorney and was working to move into becoming a barrister. In her private life, she was a prima donna and looked down on anyone that she considered an inferior. She was well off and had took an extended holiday at this point to coincide with her less busy work times. I gently gripped and squeezed her warm thighs, which I’ve always considered one of her best assets, and circled her lips with the very tip of my outstretched tongue. She was growing wetter and her scent filled my nostrils. I missed it so much. It’s been too long since I’ve licked her and I’ve forgotten how sweet she tastes. Her warmth, her fragrance seemed to drive me and stiffened my cock, now an iron bar against the sheets. I took my time and massaged her with my tongue. My tongue climbed.