Andincredibly sad."He was quiet for a moment. "Interesting," he said. "Listen Sandy, thisisn't the best way for us to talk. We should meet somewhere."...Do you want me to come there?" Uh, no ... it wouldn't look good if the neighbors saw you. I'll see ifMom or Megan can babysit. How does tomorrow night look?" It's good. Just tell me where." I will. G'bye."*****The next evening I met Mark at a little bistro we'd visited on a dateyears before. We hugged and sat down. I ordered a soda and a. My senses are buzzing as I suck Kim’s pussy and Sara continues to deep throat me.As I relish Kim’s aroma and flavor, the sensation of Sara’s mouth is unreal. How can a man so quickly cherish his own daughter’s ability to suck him? As I continue to struggle, the sensation of her lips and tongue on my shaft is incredible.As my mind begins to absorb and process all of these factors, it screams, 'Please Sara, no…'My hips are thrusting as I half-heartedly fight to pull away. Jerking my hips. He had his head buried in my blond curly hair as he kissed my neck as he had done all those years before. Mike was still in my arms and he lifted his head and looked into my eyes.“I still love you, you know.”“The feeling is mutual," I replied. “Will you come back for dinner?” I asked breathlessly.“What time?” He asked.“As soon as you are finished working ring and tell me. You have my number.”As we were leaving the kitchen I led the way. Mike followed and put his arms around me from behind and. A foot hiked high against the edge of the island stretching my long leg, I put a spoonful of strawberry yogurt in my mouth. It rolled across my tongue as I pressed it against the roof of my mouth for a second. I loved the thickness and texture. Reminded me of the evening when Susan let me eat my yogurt out of her pussy. Wow! What a wonderful mixture of tastes that was. Too bad she had to move so far away. No more ‘fuckbuddy’. I need a pussy to eat once in a while, need to be eaten. A finger.