Mom cautioned me about drinking too much, so I told Dad I would wait.Glen, Brad, Jenny, and I went out to the dance floor. Brad and I danced to a son..., and then I danced with my brother again. He held me close with his cheek against my head. I felt as if I was going to melt in his arms."Dad is dancing with Brad's mom," Glen said. He turned me so I could see."Mom is dancing with their dad," I said. Glen turned again so he could watch too.Brad and Jenny danced cheek to cheek. I saw Brad's. I allowed my fingers to drift down, along the cleft between her cheeks and touched very lightly the star of her asshole and felt her twitch as my fingers passed softly over it. Then I moved them down, stroking her inner thighs and she widened her legs for me to gain greater access. Again my memories came back.I stroked downwards, and my fingers ran along the outer fold of her labia, her pussy-lips were very wet and I took her fluids with the tip of my fingers. I ran them up to her perineum, to. There was thought as I parted my legs, pulled my dressing gown apart and slipped my hand down. The thought was that I didn’t give a fuck if he did see me perving; if he did see me masturbating – he was the one showering with the door open. Gasps of delight filled my ears as my fingers found the slippery groove of my cunny. My clitoris had already slithered from its lair. It was aching and I couldn’t help but soothe that ache by frigging it. But frigging it made the aching both better and worse.. His eyes are wide open, his mouth agape, I know I've done well. “No-no one has ever sucked me all the way down. Not my wife... no one”. Jay stammered. “Can you do it again”? he asked. I don't bother to reply. Actions speak louder than words. I slide his hugeness back down my willing throat. Down then up, down then up, Jay has become very still. His cock pulses then throbs it becomes even harder (if that's possible). I continue traveling up & down. When at the base of his shaft I pull my lower.