I felt his hand reach in. He pounded hard on the shift lever once, twice. On the third try it dropped down. I pushed on the brake, they didn’t notic... the brake lights come on. As he removed his arm I lifted the window switch, trapping his arm just before his wrist. He couldn’t move in or out, and he couldn’t reach me. He suddenly knew he was in deep trouble. I said. ‘My darling wife, come here, I want to tell you something. And then I’ll let him go.’ ‘Please, Please let him go,’ she pleaded,. She was late. Perhaps she wouldn't come today: that would be a relief; a disappointment but a tremendous relief.Tomorrow. I'd be able to talk to her tomorrow. I’d be ready tomorrow.But even as that thought occurred, the door opened and Amber came out. She was fully dressed, co-ordinated, in control. I watched as she carefully passed the key through the letterbox and turned towards me. She smiled. At me. Good God she had a pretty smile. And she waved. A little wristy wave, for me.I was waving. He couldn't believe itbecause that's exactly what Peter wanted to do more than anything else. Peter looked at his mother and sister, who waited impatiently towitness for the first time in real life, male oral sex. Peter sensed theirexcitement and decided to enhance the experience by drawing out themoment. "Does my older sister want to see me suck off daddy's hard cock?"Peter gently pulled aside the panties and pulled out his father's ragingerection. The head was glistening with precum and Peter. It was beautiful and sexy, but what made her sex truly begin to weep was the understanding that she had created this. With a wry glance up at his face, she took him into her hand and let her tongue swirl over his already inflamed crown. That light touch was enough to elicit a noticeable shiver from him and with an uptick to her lips, Marcia slid her mouth over much of his length. His tangy flavor filled her senses and with a carefully measured pace, she began sucking him with the practiced ease.