"Mfff ... Yesmf ... Daddy," I mumbled shamefully with his cock still filling my mouth.He reached down and held my head and began pumping his cock into...my face. First slowly, but quickly building speed and rhythm. I simply held on to his hips and tried to prevent his forceful thrusts from choking me to death. After several thrusts, his cock hit my throat and I gagged a bit, but that only served to spur him further on. After a few gags, my mouth was so filled with his cock, saliva, and mucus from. We could do kissing in front of dad and mom, hold hands, exchange emotions and have limited touching in front of them. The environment in home settled down after a few days and these things became normal.One day, dad came to the office to bring me home. He planned to get me something too. I sat there in the car with him and we drove to the mall. We went there to shop dress and he told me to buy whatever I like.I bought a few dresses, makeup things. On the way home, we talked a little. He. I too was enjoying.Spit continuously two three times again. She spat two times. The she moved her face for a kiss. She turned. She kissed. This prevented my fingering. With her hands she wiped off the spittle form my face. I too wiped off the spittle from her face. Then she kissed me. She kissed me hard holding my face tightly. Her naked big boobs pressed against my chest. Then, we fell back on to the bed. I was holding her tightly. Her lips were on my lips.We rolled over in the bed, kissing. Anybody witnessing her behavior in the hotel restaurant, or in the seaside bar afterward, would never have guessed there was, in their midst, a recent virgin girl who once had been a nun.Oh, she wasn't wild. She was behaving like the lady that she was: Mature. Decorous. Restrained.But I could see it in her eyes, and, I'm pretty sure, so could anyone else who looked her way.Back in the room, I was waiting in bed for her to emerge from the bath. I wore boxer shorts. Usually, I wore Jockeys, but,.