Our food arrived and I paid for it and then we talked, ate, and bowled. Before we knew it we were on our second pitcher, and the food was gone. I had ...ost the first game 198 to 125 and while I did not blame the beer, I did blame those wonderfully tight shorts, but I did not give a damn. My consolation prize was this lovely young lady draping herself across my lap, kissing me madly. When we passed each other moving off of and onto the lane for each of our turns, any touch, however slight was. Her nipples stood out prominently from the sweat-soaked bra. I quickly went back to reading my comics."Jane, dear," said mom, "I've asked you time and again to please put on a shirt before you sit down to eat."Jane rolled her eyes and put the sweatshirt back on.Mom was just putting the bowls of oatmeal on the table when Tiff sat down.Martha and I put down our sections of the newspaper and we all started eating. I ate in silence as I waited for Tiff to bring up the subject of my new 'radio'.. She looked every bit her age of fourteen. Her breasts were firm and her hips where round, she had the body of a world class jail bait. The man had an air of excitement about him, anticipation played across his face like a marque. The girl looked timid and shy with her head down and her eyes darting back and forth from ground to shadows. She clung to the man as if seeking fatherly comfort from him, after all he was her father flesh and blood . They both wore the same same dull brown trench coats. Slowly, Jordan's jaws opened wider and wider. Jordan began by licking and tonguing Clyda's massive cockhead. Jordan probed the tip of her tongue into the slit on Clyda's cock and reveled in the delicious sweet taste of Clyda's precum. In a few moments, Jordan's jaws expanded wider, and Clyda's cockhead slipped inside her mouth, this time even easier than the time before. Jordan worked the sides of her mouth and her tongue all over Clyda's sensuous cockhead. The tip of Clyda's cock pulsed.