Oh it felt so wonderful sending chills through my back and down into my pussy. I had never been sexed up like before, and knew I was missing out. Wh...n she got done sucking on those nipples she trailed down my tummy with her tongue licking here and there. Then she slid her tongue into my navel. I gasped out as she began probing my belly button, and sucking on it. Damn how did she know all my sensitive area. I could my juices just flowing out and down my thighs. Then she moved further down. "No, your mother is out at her bridge club," Ernie answered handing her a glass of iced lemonade. "And I was just watching some television." "What were you watching?" Jackie asked after taking a long pull of the cool drink. The sugary sweet lemonade would make her unborn son a little rambunctious, a feeling she always found comforting. She eyed her father, waiting for his response as he fidgeted nervously before her. Did his sweats just twitch? Ernie couldn't help but notice that his daughter's. The tap had a large copper vessel underneath it. She then asked me to sit on the stool as she proceeded to wash my feet. Her head was down as she worked on cleaning my feet and thus I could now glance at her freely. She was about 5 feet 5 inches and had a slender frame but great features. She was wearing the same spa branded t-shirt with one button open. However I could see more cleavage than the front desk lady meaning she had more full breasts. I could also see she was wearing a black bra. Finally my eyes, reached the zipper of his trousers and my mind fantasized about the length and circumference of his manhood. “Valentina,” said Denise, “I think you need to sit down now.” Glancing around, I noticed all eyes were on me. Muttering the word ‘sorry’, I fell back onto my seat. The violist looked at me with a smirk. It was hard to wonder what’s on his mind. When the audience dismissed themselves from the concert hall, the next ‘performance’ came autograph signing from the show’s star.