Damn, it was no time until I told that little fucker I wanted his dick in my mouth, and we ended upstairs in bed. The sweat from his balls was damn sw...et once I got his painter’s pants off. Fuck, did he look good laying against the pillows, smoking and playing with his hairy balls while I sucked his dick and pulled his skin over his slit. And that campasino’s ass was fucking tasty when I did the crack-dive, but mostly I enjoyed jacking his uncut brown dick and slurping it up one side and down. She blushed and as I paused there, to stroke each individual toe. " John," she stated quietly in embarrassment. " Shhh, Jennifer," I hushed her. " I know what pleases you." She reddened more as I bent down, and she feels me blow softly across her toes. She gasps, feeling my breath against her sensitive skin. It embarrassed her to no end to admit it, but she had a bit of a foot fetish. Her feet are very sensitive, it is probably the reason she is also so ticklish, and she confined that. “Fuck, Brittany, cut the shit!” I shouted, growing alarmed. My blood was pounding in my ears and I felt nauseous watching my girl flirting with my pop like that. The worst part was that the old man seemed to be completely captivated by the sight of her hot body.“Um, you look, uh, like a very healthy young woman,” gulped my dad, unable to pull his eyes away from her jiggling breasts. “But don’t forget, I’m old enough to be your father.”“Oh you two are such fuddy-duddies,” laughed Brittany,. She grabbed the shirt and easily slid it over her head, she let it fall to the floor. "There, now lay back."I looked at her, my daughter, naked in my bed. She was beautiful. I cupped one of her breasts and let my thumb slide back and forth over the nipple. She made a noise that obviously showed it was pleasureable for her. I let my fingertips trail down her stomach and cupped her mound in my hand again. This time her legs were already open and my hand slid easily into position. She arched her.