. . . .That. . .. . . . .Then my friend told me to suck his balls so I started to suck his balls. His father was continuously licking my ass. It was a...moment when I was feeling excited because of the bra and panty. Getting pleasure by asshole licking by his dad and sucking his balls by me. And I was also in pain because that panty was hurting my dick continuously.Then his father started to finger my asshole. I was sucking my friend’s dick head at that time so he became so horny because of that.. ." ok, it is about time" she smiles. She looks a bit scared to him. Does this mean it is going to be good? Good as he hoped?"So every morning when I cannot sleep I hope you'll find me on IM and ask me what I wear, like you always do just not in the mornings..." "now I can see why I should have, silly me. Though nothing you would have said, my dear, could compare to this..." She blushes. Finally it feels like he's there with her, not this frustrating IM conversation he half reads. "What would. .. I probably should." The disappointment must have been obvious in my voice. I had drank enough already my memory was getting fuzzy but I remember Mr. Bass sliding over to me in the hottub cause his leg brushed against me and I felt an unexpected shudder run up my body. "I just don't get it you're such a bright young girl to be dealing with that." His leg was still brushing up against mine and I had the strong desire to reach out and stroke it. Just then my boss leaned in pressing up against. I typed, “I'm patiently waiting for that shirt to come off.” She was standing so I could not see her face, but she gave me a thumbs up. I could see that she was only wearing panties as she slowly pulled the shirt up. She revealed a pair of beautiful perky A cup breasts, with small nipples that were erect. She told me she loved role playing with a Daddy figure, and squeezed her breasts together as she said that. “Mmmmm, delicious!” I wrote. In that intoxicating southern drawl, she asked me what.