"Sure, buddy," he grinned, pouring me another shot, which I downed in short order.Now, of course, I didn't mind the singing so much, as the Cranberrie...' cover band played yet another of their hits. They actually sounded a bit poetic in fact, though I wasn't sure if that was honeyed tea in their throats or just enough tequila in my blood to destroy my taste in music. It didn't matter just then, because I was happy as a clam, though I'm still not sure what's so happy about a clam (they're dinner,. My wife Sandra was a CPA and Chief Financial Officer for a major manufacturer of electrical equipment. She was also given a substantial retirement package. After working for more than thirty years we were retired. We lived in exclusive Sands Point on the north shore of Nassau County, Long Island. Our large property overlooked Long Island Sound with the Sands Point Golf Club almost next door. Sandra and I had taken the same Long Island RR train from Great Neck into the city every day for work. I pulled my finger back and and placed it in my mouth tasting her tangy sweet juices which made my cock throb in anticipation! She turned over looked at me and said now it's your turn for a massage,reaching out with her right hand she firmly grasped my swollen seven inch cock and slowly began tugging on it.I told her that it felt much better the way she touched it than it ever did when I was alone.She proceeded to place her mouth on my cock at first slowly licking the sides where the blue veins. He just did that too. Patricia's moans were going up in octave even faster than they had in the back yard. This time she got off so fast that Tom didn't cum with her.It was only then, as his daughter lay panting to catch her breath again, that Tom thought to ask about the implications of what they were doing. "Are you on the pill Patricia?" When she shook her head no, Tom commented, "I should pull out then."Tom didn't pull out though. He just started fucking his daughter again. She didn't.