It became immediately visible and hardened. With her free hand she reached up and rubbed her palm against it, her eyes watching as it stiffened in res...onse to her touch. She turned slightly, placed the glass on the counter behind her and reached under her tank top and slowly massaged her breast while her other hand slid slowly over her panties. I swallowed, my mouth was dry and I was in total disbelief as I watched the woman I had fantasized about for so long touch herself. What was she. The gravel sounded out a warning, she became unsteady as her hands reached lower, clasping his hair, forcing his head upon her, into her ass he groaned with delight. Weak at the knees, yet strong enough to continue, held up by the platform of his upright youthful tongue. Grinding in and out in rhythm with his thrusts, pulling on his hair, drowning in her lust, she finally released him, back toward her seat, pulling up her panties from down around her feet. "You can go to sleep soon," he said as. With that she swung her knee over me, straddled me, and then shoved her pussy down onto my cock. As our pubic bones ground together she arched her back and cried out, telling me that she was having an orgasm. Once she calmed down a bit she removed that nightie and then she really went to work on my cock. She bounced and she thrashed until I felt wet. I realized that she was leaking and that her mother’s milk was squirting all over my chest.I reached up and played with her breasts while she went. Any ideal I had of couples needing virgin purity when they got married was destroyed when Bea and I first met. We were both experienced and accepted each other for what we were. It was simply my fatherly instinct shouting, ‘Not with my little girl!’ They certainly wouldn’t be allowed to fornicate in my house, but Don Whitaker had made it abundantly clear after what happened with Denise that Josh should never be afraid to bring his girlfriend home with him. I suspected there was considerably.