Now I was just laying there with my mouth open as my father fed his cock into my mouth like a fishing line into a pond. Before I opened my eyes I imag...ned that I was sucking at least half of his cock - maybe 3/4's of it, but when I looked up I saw that I was way off.Dad didn't seem to mind, because I could feel him getting harder and longer, until his cock was starting to point in a direction that made this erotic position impossible. Dad moved from his position of nearly straddling me, and I. It has to be over." He sounded crushed and tried to withdrawhis hand, but Sandra held it tighter."No, listen to me!" Even though there was no one near them in thiscorner of the restaurant, she still dropped her voice to little morethan a whisper. "If you do what I say, if you follow my plan, we can betogether every day." So you will leave him?" Jon sounded incredulous, but hopeful."No," Sandra was firm. "But you can be with me at Northwood, every day."Despite how he felt, Jon gave the woman he. She moaned with pleasure as he massaged them firmly but gently. It wasn't the first time he had touched her there, but he never grew tired of the feeling of her gorgeous, soft breasts in his hands. He had never seen a more perfect pair, even on the rare occasions when he snuck peeks at dirty magazines when he was growing up.He let one of his hands slide down her body, coming to rest between her legs. His middle finger pressed into the groove, lubricated by her dampness. She seemed to like that. Or to know that I stroked my cock to dreams of her tits. Because her mother liked me, we were left to our selves, sitting around her living room, and we started to make out on the sofa. The kissing became very hot quickly. She pushed it to the hot, matching every tongue thrust and upping the heat with deeper tongue. It took no time at all for me to have a hard-on that would easily smash furniture, but I had to keep that secret lest she sense it or see that I couldn’t move around much. God.