It stuck out and I heard it crying for me to take care of it. He shoved my hand away. By doing that it was surely torture for him, but extreme torture...for me.His hands began to caress my thighs as they kneaded my flesh as he pushed my thighs further apart. I moaned in a low audible tone as he immediately took a muff dive and I jumped in the surprise move. I was shocked, his hard little cock-tongue caressing my slit as it worked its way inside. I spread wider, I began to spasm and shake, as his. I should say here that they are actually my step k**s but I raised them from ages 4 and 7, so they remember no other dad. Anyways our daughter and her hubby were here a few weeks ago and we were all drinking and I made my usual half k**ding remarks about her parents lack of sex, nothing really rude, just light shit about old people not ever having sex. Apparently my daughter was paying attention, because a couple of days later, I was at her house having a beer with her while her husband was at. We walked further down the street to the huge shop sally worked at, let's go in , we can get some knickers for herMy confidence had grown , It felt naughty being dressed like this, I was loving every moment of it,The shop was busy , mainly women , A few people spoke to Sally as we passed through the store we got to the lingerie section,My cock started to get hard looking at all the different styles and patterns of the bras and knickersSally said she could get her staff discount on. She also cancelled the dinner reservations at their favorite upscale restaurant, and made reservations at the most haute mode place in the city. While he was getting dressed she made a point to show him she was dressing to titillate her date, for when and if he got her in the sack.Then she hadn't said a word to him 'til they were in the restaurant. On finishing the meal, his wife insisted on going to the dance club connected with the restaurant. The gift he had spent a small fortune on, one he.