“Uhm, last night...I uh..never...uhm..I ...” he struggled.“Dad, uhm...lets just put it all behind us. After you and I almost.....uhm...you know......I went back to bed and Tom and I made love and it was great...so I think we might be ok..” she explained.“Oh.” said Dad, obviously disappointed.“I..I know Dad.” she said, looking at him with sympathetic eyes. He just stared at her, taking in the way the robe bulged out at her chest before curving in at her waist and then going back out around her. Oh that wonderful small body.You push at my tee shirt so I take it off. Your lips kissing my chest, sucking on my nipple. Your hand pumping me in my trunks. Time to get them off too.Down they go, I step out of them as you slowly go down to your knees. Taking my knob into your hot mouth. Sucking it hard. I brace myself as you take it out of your mouth, hold up the shaft and lick each of my balls. Tasting me, sucking one then the other inside your mouth. Now back to my dick, looking up to see my. "I don't know what you are insinuating." You smile back. "Also, you look beautiful right now." Oh, shut up." She says and thrusts her mouth down the entire length of your manhood. She keeps it there for a bit before taking her mouth off. "Okay, you can watch, but not smart-ass commentary, got it?" Got it!" You exclaim and with that she goes back to work, sucking you off with both intense skill and obvious passion. She really wants you to enjoy it, and hopefully enjoying it herself. She looks up. ’ ‘I see.’ And then the tears did come. Alma lay in the bed and wept. She didn’t cry out, she didn’t scream. She just wept. Silently. Her hands were tightly clasped together, one balled into a fist inside the other, and slowly she began to sob, louder and louder and louder until she released a scream, ‘NOOOOOOOOO!’ The older man came to stand next to her and tried to take her hand. He could see that her nails were digging into the palm and blood was beginning to flow. Gently but firmly, he.