I guess my dad was already asleep. It was summer and she was wearing a lightweight cotton nightie. As I stood there unsteadily with a goofy grin on my...face I thought to myself, man that's pretty short, it barely covers her ass and I don't think she's wearing a bra either. My mom was 40 and really was a looker. She's tall, about 5' 8", with long legs and an ass that looks great in tight jeans. Her tits are about a full C and look good on her slim frame. I held on to a chair so I wouldn't sway. Who is the guy?The guy is a last fifties, married (to a woman), Wall Street guy who has a monster house in Aspen. He also has a condo on the snow. Super rich, like crazy rich. Some Denver friends of Kip’s that I have met go out there and perform for him a few times a year when the Wall Street Daddy is in town. Wall Street dude is in town this weekend but the Denver guys can’t make it so mentioned it to Kip to see if he and I would be interested.Kip was told that the guy would come over each day. Cuddling up to his sleeping form, she kissed his eyes, and brushed her lips across his. "Wake up, David," she said and kissed him again. When she leaned back, his eyes fluttered and opened. "Good morning, sleepyhead."He smiled. "Good morning."The room vibrated with raucous sound. Carol groaned and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Five-fifteen. Hank's enthusiastic, insufferable snoring had awakened her, and she regretted she'd asked him to stay. But last night she'd felt a strong need to. It was so hot and gooey. He kept me on my knees and literally fucked my face until he'd shot another heavy thick creamy load. I held on to his strong thighs as he held the back of my head. I milked him for a long while after he'd creamed in my mouth. After he'd had enough, he pulled his softened dick from my lips and ordered me to get him a beer. Meekly, I returned with the beer and a glass on a serving tray. I opened and poured it like I usually do.He was so much more relaxed now."That'll.