”“Good,” she whispered.“Sweetie… close your eyes, and just savor my touch.” “Okay… you close yours, too, Dad.”“Deal.”Their noses...still touched, so they watched each other close their eyes, and continued the gentle touching game.Stacey tried this game where she arched her back, to make just her painfully erect nipples contact his hairy chest, but every time she made contact, he leaned forward, pressing his chest to hers. It was so erotic feeling that her father couldn’t control himself like. . at least not yet. They had barely had one conversation. Still, she looked forward to dinner with Garak in a way that she had not looked forward to anything, past or present, in years. What she could not foresee was how Garak was feeling at the same moment, that this was the first time in his five years of exile that he actually felt any sort of true happiness-even to the point of being happy he was trapped on this station even if it meant being a lowly tailor for the rest of his life if it. He says, “Here let me give you a tip instead.” You are slightly shocked by this and do not know what to say but the feel of his hard cock through his apron tells you that he has already taken his cock out of his pants. This intrigues you, and then out of the corner of your eye you see the owner by the door locking up, he has not noticed what is happening at the booth. You wonder should you say something to the owner because you do not know when I will be back. Just then the owner moves over to. “I want you to kiss me, Tom. I want you to tongue-fuck my mouth while we listen to your wife come on my husband’s tongue.” “Oh, sweet….” Tanya’s gasp came through the phone. “You’re going to make me come,” she pleaded with Kevin. They could hear his mumbled hum of affirmation. Tom tossed the phone on the bed and collected Karla in his arms. His meat pressed into her abdomen, throbbing as their lips met and his tongue drove into her mouth. Behind them, the sounds of Tanya repeated groans as she.