.. something you don't mind if it gets dirty." Why?" Sandra asked again, but I still wasn't going to bite."Nice try," I joked. "But I suppose it won't...hurt to let you know that I'm looking forward to seeing you in a bikini." Bikini? That doesn't sound too bad." Sandra sounded relieved, so I couldn't help getting in one last dig."It doesn't, does it?" I asked. "I guess you just don't have a devious mind like I do. See you tomorrow," I added, then hung up before Sandra could reply.Sunday was much. I sucked harder as Melanie waltzed her tongue up my wet lips and circled my hard clit. Derrick was breathing hard, his hands on his hips, his flat stomach tense as he sawed his big black cock in and out of my tight fist and wet mouth. I sucked even harder when I saw those muscles contract and tasted sweet cum leaking out of his head. Pulling him out a little I stroked his cock faster and just kept his head in my mouth, my tongue dancing and twirling around and around as I sucked. . Terry and Jessie comes racing down the stairs, fighting each other to be first at the table. “Hey, you two,” Rebecca says. “What have I told you two about running through the house?”“Sorry, Mom,” Jessie says with a smiles.Terry flashes his sister scolding look before smiling himself. “Yeah,” he says. “Sorry.”“Did either one of you see you father?” she asks, brushing off the apologies. It’s going to happen again and probably again and again after that.“He’s shaving,” Terry answers. “He’ll be. Should I forgive and forget? Should we go our separate ways? Maybe just a time-out would help? I rolled the options over in my mind a hundred times. When I finally crawled out of bed just before six Sunday morning, I was no nearer a decision than I had been last night.I toyed with the idea of going out and playing golf just to pass the time, but when I looked out the window it was raining and windy. That put an end to that idea. I didn't even bother to get dressed, just wrapping my big terry.