He trailed his tongue up and down between my labia, opening me, stretching me with his thumbs, clearly showing signs just how turned on he was too.'Yo... need to make me cum now,' I urged him.Shockingly he did just the opposite; he stood up leaving me on the stairs like one of my daughters neglected dolls she has a habit of leaving all over the house especially on the staircase for me to trip over.As he stood there all smug, it suddenly occurred to me that he did not have the intention to make me. ...for me or the memory of fucking his daughter? That question was answered when he ask if he could see my titties. I shivered feeling excited by this. I pulled my tank over my head and turned to him. His hands came out and cupped my tits. He fondled them and pinched my nipples. He said, "Ya know, yer mama never liked when I licked her pussy, she liked to fuck but wasnt fond of that pussy eatin'. Let me see yer pussy girl, I bet yers is really pretty. Did that boyfriend of yers lick your pussy. Gravity took them down his legs, but there wasn’t enough room for him to push his briefs down. ‘Help,’ he said to his s****r. She giggled as she grabbed his underwear and pushed them down. His hard cock sprang free between them. She left his briefs just below his balls and wrapped one hand around his shaft. Her touch made him moan. He wasn’t as big as she thought he was, he knew that. She was only twelve and had no experience with cocks. By measure, he was just over six inches, but he’d had. He sat naked beside me, his legs wide apart, his long penis touching the grass, it was still semi-swollen as he surveyed my nudity, it would occasionally twitch, as if readying itself for another journey inside me, his smile saying it all, 'A job well done', something my demeanor could not hide.'Your first fuck?' His question sounded dirty and adult, I had done it, I went all the way with a man old enough to be my father, I said nothing to his question, I just nodded in agreement and rolling.