"Sorry." That's okay."The pair were silent for a moment.Kasey broke the silence nervously. "So what's up with you and Dad?" What do you mean, Kasey?" ... mean Dad's been acting odd the last couple of days. Not sleeping, not really there even when he is. You know, really distracted. I know the thing with Key West is basically over and you guys are rocking like nobody's business, so it can't be the band. Doesn't really leave much, you know?" I guess." I mean, I know it's none of my business what. ‘As it so happens, I do have a lavish home with a huge kitchen and I don’t cook a lot. My daughter does most of that. If I’m not being presumptuous, why don’t you come to my home and cook for me there? We can have a nice meal and get to know each other a little better,’ she said to him with a tone that implied interest. ‘If I know my daughter, Olivia has stocked our pantry with enough food for an exceptional meal.’ ‘So, you’re asking me to cook for you, is that it?’ Simon chuckled. ‘People used. I moved back up, and gave her sphincter one last lick, then held my prick against it. It yielded easily, and again, my penis was held in her soft skin tube. The long slow thrusts I chose were kind on Sula, but a sweet torture to me, my thrusting cock must have triggered her prostate again. A trail of pre-cum dribbled from her cock and, ran down a cupboard door; I slipped my hand down and milked her cock into my palm. Those sticky juices tasted so good, and pushed me closer to my own emission.I. Some small part of Christi's mind was attentive to what her tongue was doing. She used what Rochelle had done for her as well as knowledge of her own body to build Rochelle's pleasure. The muffled sounds of delight Christi heard from between Rochelle's thighs and the constant flow of wetness washing over her tongue let Christi know she was stoking a fire in Rochelle's loins.Rochelle started to rock her hips and grind her pussy on Christi's face as she drew near the point of no return. Though.